Lizzy Kiss Novels & Stories

' She thought to herself, and unconsciously she licked her bottom lip, which caught Carlo's attention. He took a swallow, looking at it, then asked with a pressing tone as if a lump stuck in his throat, "It is not that difficult to answer. If you think I will feel bad, then it is not at all. Go ahead." "I don't think you should ask someone before kissing them, especially a girl, whether she will accept your kiss or not?" Liz said, her eyes darted away, a faint pink blooming across her cheeks, her lips curling into a half smile she couldn't quite contain.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

However, instead of waking Michelle up, she decided to let her sleep a bit longer. Lizzy was always thrilled when she woke up to find her mom beside her. Just the previous day, her mom had told her that brave Lizzy should sleep on her own. Yet, her mom had sneaked in to sleep beside her that night, which felt wonderfully heartwarming. Seizing the moment while Michelle was still asleep, Lizzy gently peeked her head from under the covers and planted a secret kiss on Michelle's face. Feeling it wasn't enough, she tilted her face, nudging it close to Michelle's lips, urging her to return the kiss. After completing her little ritual, Lizzy felt a profound sense of contentment. She snuggled back i

The Assistant Director handed Lizzy a script. "There is a Male ambassador? And Why is there a kiss Scene?!" She blurted out and asked after taking a quick glance through the script.

“Liza?” Liza's lips curled into a sly smile, her demeanor oozing with an unsettling combination of arrogance and superiority. "Ah, Lily, you've always been perceptive. Yes, I am Liza, Blake's former personal assistant," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of mockery. "Why are you doing this?" Lily asked, her voice filled with a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

"And, I assume, you know her too, Grace." Grace was surprised and looked at me with raised eyebrows. "I know your ex-husband's affair?" "Yes. If you are also a model at Jayden's entertainment company, that means you are in the same place as her," I answered calmly. "What's her name?" asked Grace. "Lizzy," I answered calmly. Grace almost fell out of bed when she heard me say Lizzy's name. "Lizzy the lizard?" I stared at Grace dumbfounded. We stared at each other, and a moment later, we both burst out laughing at the same time.

He should be leaning into her touch and trying to get that feel of her touching him. “Like this?” Lizzy’s voice was barely above a whisper now. Her lips brushed over his, eyes heavy-lidded with the smell of alcohol lingering over. When she slid her tongue into his lips, his mind wandered to Gigi. Innocent plump lips just begging to be kissed senseless. He couldn’t ignore how shy she was. It wouldn’t be surprising if some other kids would try to use that against her and then that pretty voice of hers. The sound she’d made as she came right into his mouth. It had been nothing short of heavenly.

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

“Don’t push it. Give it time.” Lizzy stuck out her tongue, and Johnny grinned. She made a pretty picture, sitting cross-legged on the rocking chair with her hair twisted in a cute bun at the nape of her neck. Not quite long enough, tendrils fell around her face, dancing in the autumn breeze. Back to her normal weight with flushed cheeks—an outside observer would never guess at the trauma she’d experienced just a couple of months before. Dragging his chair closer, Johnny leaned in and kissed her cheek. “What was that for?”