Left-handed Kisses Novels & Stories

In a car, Matteo Gallagher kisses Evelyn Walsh until she's breathless and entranced. She's been stripped, but he's still fully clothed. The stark contrast makes her blush. Matteo wraps an arm around Evelyn's waist and pulls her close. He chuckles and whispers, "The soundproof divider is up, so the driver can't hear you. He wouldn't dare listen in, anyway. Why are you so shy?" She watches as he intensifies his ministrations on her and throws her arms around him. Love fills her eyes, and she's about to reach her climax. Just then, a phone rings, interrupting them.

Nate Donalds has survived high school by hiding behind books But when his private journal his darkest secrets, therapy struggles, and forbidden love for Cole Michaelson is exposed, the walls he built around himself shatter. Humiliation, betrayal, and bullying threaten to destroy him for good. Cole is the school’s golden boy with secrets of his own, steps in to protect Nate but at a cost. He’s bisexual, trapped in silence by his abusive father and terrified of losing everything if the truth comes out. Between stolen kisses, hidden meetings, and the relentless cruelty of high school, Nate and Cole are forced to ask: is their love strong enough to survive the lies, the fear, and the betrayal waiting to tear them apart?

The day I found out I was pregnant with twins, Vincent Castellano celebrated like a man who had been handed heaven. Fireworks over Brooklyn. Vows whispered against my stomach. Promises that his empire, his loyalty, and his life were mine. That same day, I found out the hospital built in my name had been sheltering his affair. While I was throwing up and fighting to keep our babies safe, he was holding another woman in the next room. So I made my choice. I would keep the twins. But Vincent Castellano would lose all three of us.

She was my wife by law… and my mistress by lust. But what happens when the two collide—naked and unfiltered? I told myself it would be the last time. But when Ava walked into my office in heels and nothing under her coat, my resolve shattered. She tasted like fire— Bent over my desk, her moans swallowed by my kisses, I forgot my vows. I forgot Lydia. Until Lydia texted Ava back. Until they both showed up… and neither of them came to fight. A sizzling tale of temptation, secrets, and a love triangle so twisted, it can only end one way: with all of them in one bed—and nothing between them.

Chloe Miller never meant to fall for him. It was supposed to be a temporary home. A simple job and nothing more. But Harvey Fletcher is everything Chloe should stay away from—billionaire CEO, devoted father, and her father’s closest friend. Living under the same roof and working at his side, desire becomes impossible to ignore. Every glance lingers too long. Every touch threatens ruin. And every night, they cross the same lines they swore they would never. What begins as restraint turns into stolen kisses, whispered confessions, and an affair that can't be contained. Some secrets are meant to stay hidden. But the most dangerous ones live in the same house… and sleep in the same bed.

I want to lick every inch of his skin, from head to toe, and that round ass, holy cheese—I could serve an entire family dinner on that peach. Hayden Archer. My older CEO mate, and my new boss. Sexy and charismatic. But entirely off-limits. The man is married, he is a monster, a merman, and I should focus on my mission—earn enough money to buy a crew tough enough to kill the mermaid who murdered my entire family. I hate monsters, fear them more than anything, yet I can't stop thinking about Hayden the merman. I should stay away from him. But what if he kisses me first?

I was eighteen when I left Italy for Chicago. My brother Leo handed me over to his most powerful ally for “protection.” Don Damien Volkov. His eyes locked on me the first time we met. They never looked away. By day, I was his private doctor. By night, I was the only thing in his bed. His seduction was a slow, deliberate hunt. The way his body brushed against mine during an exam. A stray kiss that landed behind my ear. The weight of his hand resting on the small of my back. I fell fast and hard for his dark charm. I gave myself to him, letting him claim me, again and again. For four years, our affair was a secret hidden in the shadows. In that time, he sculpted my body, teaching it to crave his touch, molding me into his perfect obsession. Then she came back. Isabella, his exiled ex-fiancée. He sent his private jet for her. I swallowed my pride and crashed his reunion. An hour ago, his hands, still smelling of blood, gripped my chin. He forced his kiss on me. But now, right in front of me, he was stroking another woman's hair. "Elara, you're the one who climbed into my bed four years ago." "You act like a whore, but you expect me to treat you like a Donna?" The way he looked at Isabella was so tender. The way he looked at me was pure scorn. Shame burned through me. Head down, I sent my brother a coded text. Accept the Moretti proposal. I looked up. A smile bloomed on my face. "Fine. Then this is goodbye, Damien."

My husband dotes on me. He's always saying I'm the one he cherishes most in this life. Everyone else envies me too, saying I married well—pampered like a princess. It all started when I mentioned, offhand, that tailored cuts flatter my figure. From that moment on, he kept it in mind every day, going out of his way to gather all kinds of designer womenswear for me. In the walk-in closet at home, there's always a wardrobe filled exclusively with my new clothes—each piece haute couture, with exquisite fabrics and impeccable craftsmanship. On New Year's Eve in our third year of marriage, the house was lively, packed with relatives chatting and laughing. With a smile, my husband handed me a gift box. "Go on, open your New Year's present." The frustration and resentment I'd been bottling up for so long exploded in an instant. I shoved the box to the floor. "It's the New Year—can you just stop for once?" The moment the words left my mouth, everyone fell silent. The relatives' expressions shifted; one after another, they began to scold me for being ungrateful, for not knowing how lucky I was. My husband looked at me, eyes full of shock and hurt. "I just bought you some pretty clothes. Why are you angry?" Amid their pointing fingers and his wounded questioning, I rushed into the walk-in closet like I'd lost my mind, dragging out those designer clothes and throwing them all over the floor. Everyone stared at me, stunned. No one said another word.

" Tina, I can't give you back your dead baby but you can take mine!! Please do me a favor, accept him ", Avni said with cracked voice. Tina froze for a second by her words but then she came back to reality when she heard the cries of newborn babies. " No!! I can't Avni, they are yours and Hercules . My Baby died because of me, maybe it was the sign of destiny that Hercules and me can't be together ", Tina replied . " Please Tina try to understand!! He never loved me and will never love me like he loved you but you can give the love of Hercules to my baby ", Avni cried. " I talk to Hercules about you, I know it would be difficult at first but then you will try to love each other, he will definitely accept you ", Tina tried to convince. Avni chuckled sarcastically and said , " we can't try to love, it happens unknowingly. I can't force my love to Hercules ". " But what about your baby, how would you live without him ", Tina asked in frustrated tone. " I will consider that I have only one baby that is my girl, from now he is yours and Hercules. Please!! Give him all your love, I know you will be a good mother ", Avni said and handed her the baby boy. The the baby lost the touch of Avni he started crying loudly. " He is crying, he wants his mother ", Tina said. Anjali passed a fainted smile and said, " From now you are his mother, I an no one to him ", Avni said and left with his baby girl .

"We both know that this match is not our will, for that I offer you a contract." my eyes widened in surprise Henry's words, an open offer from a man she had met for the first time. What the average family couldn't do, this sort of thing happened easily with the righ folks I went over several points of the written agreement there. *Do not intervene in personal life * Maintain the confidentiality of the marriage contract agreed to by both parties *The marriage lasts at least two years, but if the separation is still difficult to implement, it can be extended until circumstances permit. I read some interesting points. Although this type of contract is not natural for a couple who is about to get married. For me, the prenup made me more prepared than having to guess what would happen later when she became part of the Marcus family. "I deliberately left the last page blank, please write your wish" Henry swung his finger lightly. Skillfully, Henry's assistant handed me a ballpoint pen. * Appreciate parents on both sides as a family *No physical contact *Stay in separate rooms *** I am someone who prefer being alone and I have never had a boyfriend and she dont care. Unfortunately, my sister who does have a boyfriend has been betrothed to a billionaire's son who she will now be forced to marry. I pitied my sister and decided to replace her... Well, Henry, the billionaire's son doesn't want to marry someone he doesn't know so he proposed a contract to me. I found that helping, huh? Two years later, we will file a divorce and that will be the end of us or so we thought.