Madison Beer Kissing Novels & Stories

But she also wraps her arms around me and presses her mouth to mine in a rather hot and heavy kiss, especially for being semi-public like this. Not that I’m complaining. I want to get even closer. Want to have all of her. But I also don’t want this moment to end. The fun that we’re having. So I stay a while longer, dancing to all the familiar songs that we play back at our club and some new ones that I haven’t heard before. “You’re running up quite a tab for a guy who’s usually in and out in 10 minutes,” Madison says on one of my trips up to the bar.

He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Madison. She walked toward their table, her heels clicking loudly. Every head turned to look at her. Her pink, thigh-length dress sparkled, drawing everyone’s attention. Before she reached the table, she made a quick, subtle gesture over her shoulder — a tiny flick of her wrist toward the entrance. Then she leaned over him before he could say a word, gently grasped his jaw, and pressed a firm, lingering kiss on his lips. Colt’s jaw clenched, and his face set into a rigid, stony expression.

​"Oh, it's definitely now. Girl, you are famous. Do you have any idea what you just did?" ​"Yeah. I kissed a complete stranger." ​"Not a stranger! The hockey captain! And you did it in front of everyone!" ​"What have I done?" I said, pulling my hair back with my fingers. ​"You kissed Ryan, Ava. And he kissed you back. But not just that, he took your number. That's not just a mistake. He definitely likes you.”

the server asked. “Yes. That’s all,” Sebastian said lastly to the server before shifting his attention to Xurden. “Boss, you’re okay with beer, right?” “Yeah,” he simply answered as he removed his eyes from the road. “I heard the food here is good.” “It doesn’t matter.”

In the middle of the class, Madison nudged me and asked, "Did you ask him about the kiss?" I gave a stare at her. "What is it?" She asked. "I'm never going to ask him about the kiss again." "What happened? Did he get mad?" "He kissed me again." "What?" "Yeah, I got kissed by him again." I dropped on the desk and said, "To be honest, I like his kisses. He's so good at it." And whined at her and asked, "You're the one responsible for this so tell me a way to stop him from kissing me." And stared at her.

On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Artic parrayas in the case of the North) and chocolates. “Kokuhaku… my God.” Aki blushed and covered her mouth because she didn’t want to smile in embarrassment and unintentionally offend Sasha. Temujin also squirmed where he sat because he had never experienced making a romantic proposal, obviously because there were very few opportunities in the mines. He could only imagine how nervous Sasha must’ve felt putting his ego in the line like that, vulnerable to being crushed by a rejection. “Exactly,” Sasha said, guessing what the other two were thinking. “I also had to learn how to make honmei choco.”

finally I woul- "Are you Rosebud52?" A deep voice floated into my ears and I needed a few seconds to reboot and learn how to speak again.Another thing about this club is that nobody uses their actual names, I guess it made people feel mysterious or something. And to drive further that *one night affair* policy a drug was injected into our system to dull our sense of smell-which was also the main way to find your mate-Though I doubt they cared people who came here weren't crazy about commitment.

But I was surprised when he suddenly laughed like a man hearing something funny yet disgusting. “Madison Morgan…” I flinched when Gavin suddenly looked at me before saying my complete name. I pursed my lips. I feel like I’m going to face a divine judgment and unsure if I’ll go up there or down there. I was about to open my mouth when he suddenly placed his pointing finger in my lips. He leaned closer to my face as I tried moving back. “A gay would be disgusted kissing a woman.” He said, whispering like a soft wind touching my face.

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.

Stephanie, another waitress asked impishly while she downed a Red Bull. “The kneeling skank,” Madison rolled her eyes. “Who else?” Stephanie choked on her energy drink as she sat up straight. “Shh! Stop that!” She sputtered. “You can’t talk about her like that anymore. Not if you want to keep your job.” “Why? Who else’s ass is she kissing?” Madison sneered. “The Red Moon Pack, apparently.” *Of course*, Madison thought. The fucking Wolves only ever looked out for one another, and took pleasure in terrorizing everyone else, just because they could. At least they were good tippers.