Love At First Hiss Novels & Stories

“Why? “ she asked back. “I do believe, because I fall in love the first time I meet you. “ he said. “Hmmm…. Are you sure??? “ she said. “Maybe you believe too. You just can’t accept it. “ he said. “How will you know that I believe in Love at first meet? “ she asked. “Because you make love at me on our first meet. “ he said and smiled. “Gosh, don’t reminisce it. I am not on my mind that time. “ she said. “Hmmm… don’t lie. You fell crazy while giving you romance. “ he said.

His lips hovering over hers, his whispers to her, "Noel." She shivers at his husky, out of breath tone whispering her name, her stomach fluttering uncomfortably, feeling like a pool of lava is sitting at the bottom. This is her first kiss, she never expected it to be so heated. Then again, she never expected the first guy she ever kissed to look like Harken, either.

“I hate you.” His lips brush my ear, lips upturned. “Say it like you mean it.” My head turns, our lips just heartbeats away. “I. Hate. You.” Fingers tangle in my hair, forcing my head up. Before I can protest, his lips conquer mine. I freeze, pinned between his powerful body and the wall. His lips are hot against mine and he tastes of smoke and whiskey. There’s nothing soft about his kiss, his lips devouring mine with hunger—a hatred—I’ve never experienced before.

he whispered, holding me close. I broke the hug, staring at my eyes, looking back at me with so much love and care. “I love you,” I whispered, feeling my heart swell with emotion. Hollis smiled warmly, his eyes shining with happiness. “I love you too,” he said softly, gently kissing my lips but pulling him back, turning it into a fiery one, deepening the connection between us. Our embrace tightened, and at that moment, I knew no one was as lucky as I was to have him in my life.

“Love at first sight?” “No, it’s not love. I think I hate him.” Even though I promised him that I didn’t. And when I look back on that night, on his arms around me, him asking me if I really hated him, like he couldn’t stand the thought, my stomach aches. “But it did happen at first sight. The very first time Nathan and I saw each other, something happened. And he’s never heard of something like it happening, either.” As she listens, Hannah’s expression goes from skeptical to concerned. “So, you think it’s something that doesn’t happen to everyone else?”

Atticus's voice was deeper, rougher, and it sent a shiver down Harris' spine. Harris' heart pounds against his chest as they both slowly lean in. The larger Alpha holds his breath, hoping just maybe this time he'll be able to feel his lips against Harris'. Atticus watches Harris' eyes close and the larger Alpha lets out a shaky breath just before their lips lightly touch. Harris grips Atticus' face as he firmly presses their lips together. The tingles were stronger than they ever were. It was like sparks going off between their bodies, and Atticus' eyes squeezed closed as he experienced his first kiss.

I whispered back and the words were barely out before he closed the distance. The first touch of his mouth was nothing like I expected. It wasn’t violent or claiming but like a question, hesitant and trembling, as if he feared the answer. I answered by leaning into it, my hands finding the front of his shirt, clutching the fabric as though it could keep the world from falling apart. For a heartbeat, the curse, the hatred, the walls, and everything disappeared. There was only passion, lust-filled breath and the taste of surrender. The kiss was my first kiss and the shudder it sent down my spine left my heart racing as I longed for more.

“And you’re the only woman I’ve ever loved.” Her eyes widen. “Yes, Hyera… you’re my first love.” Her cheeks flush, her eyes sparkle as she kicks her feet playfully. “And you’re my first true love, Atlas Lawson!” He leans closer, his gaze locking hers. “And we will be each other’s last.” Her lips crash against his, consuming him with so much passion, like there’s no place in this world better than right here… right now.

“Don’t you toy with me” Angela sneered. “No more arguing, get into character this instant”. He whispered. "I hate you". She mouthed inaudibly. "Say it again,I dare you". He demanded huskily. As soon as she opened her mouth, he covered hers with his, slowly he caressed every part of her mouth, lingering over the softness behind her lips and sliding delicacy of her tongue, it was a moment he forced himself to let go. Angela’s eyes widened as she froze in shock at the unexpected kiss. It was her very first kiss,stolen by this…man she hated so much.

Her eyes were filled with undisguised hatred. Suddenly, I grew curious. What exactly was written in those letters that made her so furious at her own true love? So I drifted over to the scattered letters and read them, word by word. After reading them, a cold laugh escaped me. So it had all been a lie. Stephen never had a heart condition. The doctor had been hired with money. The symptoms and the prescriptions had all been made up. The purpose of all of this was to slowly kill me and take my place as the consort.