Marichat Kiss Novels & Stories

“On the lips.” “I would rather kiss a fucking duck, this guy is not even attractive.” “Fuck off mate, girls and guys dig this face.” Edward scowled and I rolled my eyes. “Plus, we’re all straight so kissing on the lips is a no-no.” Raymond said in a girly voice and Edward agreed. “Oh hell no, it’s a dare. It’s either you do that or take off your shirt or pants.” Lianna said out loud and the girls agreed in excitement, except me of course.

Two of my warriors—Blaze and Rowan—step out of the trees behind me. They freeze. They look at me. Then at her. Then back at me. Blaze mouths silently, Did our Alpha just propose to a human? Rowan whispers, “Is he sick? Cursed? Should we call the healer?” I want the ground to swallow me. My mate stares at me like I’m completely insane. Then she says the words that shatter my pride in the dumbest way possible: “No. I don’t marry kidnappers or shirtless men!” She turns to run.

His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “Thank you for coming over for dinner.” I smiled as I stepped closer to him. “The food was wonderful. But I’m still pretty excited to try out your world famous Ramen noodles one of these days.” Gabe chuckled and then leaned in, surprising me with a kiss. The passion in the air ignited instantly as we embraced in front of the sunset. The island air blew through my hair, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and warm sand. It was a picture perfect moment; one that I never saw myself actually experiencing. This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life.

Micah held Eryna’s waist tightly and slowly moved his fingers back to her neck and pulled her closer to himself. “When they said ‘You May Kiss The Bride,’ I didn’t kiss my bride so my marriage isn’t sealed yet, let me seal it now.” Micah finished his words and before Eryna could respond to him, he landed his warm lips on her soft ones, his eyes were tightly closed and his grip around Eryna was unbreakable… Their marriage had been officially sealed.

Kiss Me. “I don't want you to regret this tomorrow, Charlie. God, I love you and I couldn't bear to know that you hate me even more because of this. “Not in a million years could I hate you. she whispered. “And right now I need you to take it from me. Take this pain away from me. Please make me forget. Hearing those words, Marco crushed her mouth with his own. The taste of her kiss was salty with tears, but incredibly refreshing. He felt her come to life against her body and had to look for support as Charlotte dug her nails into her scalp.

Mariah licked her lips and whispered, “Judging from our discussion that day, you have been with only one woman, right?” Alaric nodded, “I only know the things she told me, the things she likes. I want to know the things you like.” Mariah smiled, “Then can I show you?” “Aye.” Mariah bit her lower lip and got up. She knelt on the bed and kissed him. He enjoyed her kisses, and even though he just wanted to bury himself in her, he understood he must please her; she is his mate after all. Her kisses trailed from his lips to his neck. She kissed the spot for her mark, and he shivered. She kissed down to his chest, taking a nipple and suckling it before going down, kissing his tummy, his abdomen, h

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

"Don't you think what you're doing right now was degrading your dignity as a woman? One I despise the most." Marisol bit her lip. She knows that what she's doing was lowering her pride, but, she really likes Chardon. She endured the man's disgust look on her. She grabbed him by his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. But before she could do anything, a screams from the crowd outside stopped her.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

"A pregnant wife deserves care and support. A man like you doesn't deserve to be a father. If you can't even look after your own wife, how could anyone trust their life to you?" I let out a cold laugh, scanning the crowd with a hard gaze. "You people are unbelievable. Cheating is a matter of principle, and yet you bend the truth and accept it without question. Are your brains stuffed with straw? I hope you return the same generosity if your partners ever cheat on you." The livestream chat exploded. "Are you kidding me? They're actually forgiving the cheater?" "Dr. Smith has my support. Cheaters don't deserve forgiveness!" "Their reactions are insane. I seriously can't believe this."