Lies Before Kisses Novels & Stories

Alex’s words had barely left his lips before Klarisse leaned forward, her lips finding his in a kiss that spoke of all the pent-up emotions, doubts, and desires she had been holding back. It started softly, but within moments, the kiss deepened, igniting a fire between them that neither could ignore.

The bedroom door opened. Moonlight stretched across the room, pale and quiet. He set her down on the bed. For a moment, neither spoke. “This isn’t love,” he said. “I know,” she whispered. “This is survival.” He leaned down. And when his lips met hers The lie didn’t hold. It was everything they had buried, breaking through at once. Her hands found him without thinking, gripping his shoulders. He stilled for half a breath. Then he kissed her back. Harder.

Then, before she could move, Kenny leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. It happened so fast. Her eyes opened wide in shock. For a second, she couldn’t move. The kiss was soft, warm, and full of something she couldn’t explain. But the moment her mind caught up with her body, she pushed him away quickly. Her hand flew to the door handle, and this time she opened it fast, got out, and walked quickly into the hotel without saying a word or even looking back. Her heart was pounding hard, and her lips were tingling from the kiss. She just wanted to get away before her feelings could betray her.

AMBERT SAW LAYLA closing her eyes as she kissed him before closing his own eyes and letting sweet darkness embrace him. He didn’t need his sight for now; all he needed for now was his sense of taste. And it got stronger when he shut his eyes as he returned his kisses. He had kissed a few pair of lips but he could judge quickly that Layla’s were the sweetest and the softest. He shut his eyes tighter and the sweetness and the softness of her lips intensified, like she was kissing a flower that was currently blooming on his lips and he was sipping all its nectar.

He's all I want to see. And now he's all mine. Slowly, he lets me back up, grinning wildly. “I love you, Charlotte,” he whispers so that only I can hear him. Behind him, the waterfall dances down the rocks, filling the small pond just like Leo fills my heart. “I love you,” I whisper back, grinning so hard my face hurts. This is everything I could ever want: Leo and waterfall kisses.

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

I want the whole world to see that, amidst all this ridiculous public spectacle, I choose to love you without hesitation. Liesel leaned in closer. The night stretched on, with the soft moonlight gently spilling over every corner of the city. The tension between them was palpable. The air itself seemed heavy with unspoken emotions. As Liesel slowly leaned closer to Elijah, the sound of her heartbeat echoed in her ears. At the next moment, her hands rested on the sides of Elijah's wheelchair as she leaned in and kissed him deeply. The kiss was fervent, brimming with passion and love, as though she was pouring all her longing and resolve into this single moment.

For a moment, the tension between them softened, replaced by a quiet understanding that neither of them dared to put into words. Ray shifted, his body pressing against hers as he kissed her deeply, the intensity of it sending a shiver down her spine. Samira responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, losing herself in the feel of his lips on hers. The kiss quickly escalated, their hands exploring familiar paths with renewed urgency.

"Before we talk, there's something I need to do." Confusion mixed with anticipation swirled within me as Xavier leaned in, his lips finding mine in a tender kiss. The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of his embrace and the taste of his love on my lips. In that moment I felt a rush of emotions flooding through me. The fear and doubt that had plagued my mind were momentarily silenced, replaced by a renewed sense of trust and love. Xavier was right, we had unfinished business, and this kiss was a testament to the depth of our connection.

It was a silent conversation—his eyes telling her not to doubt, her silence confessing the fears she couldn’t put into words. “You’re trembling,” Damon whispered. “You make me nervous,” she admitted softly. “Good,” he said with the faintest smile. “It means you feel what I feel.” And then he kissed her. Not a brief brush, not stolen hesitation—this kiss was real. Long, deep, and full of everything they had tried to deny. The kind of kiss that silenced not just the room but her doubts, too. The crowd reacted in unison. Gasps, then cheers, then laughter.