Marichat Kiss Novels & Stories

Charlotte responded right before my lips touched Jasmine. Jasmine immediately moaned into my mouth, the way she used to. The way it used to make my knees weak, now made my stomach turn. I had to sell it. Deeping the kiss, Charlotte was the only thing on my mind. Jasmine tasted wrong, it was messy and just wasn’t quite right. “YOU MOTHER FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! THIS BUUURRRNNSS!!” Charlotte was screaming in my head as I felt her pain. It was weird, my lips were burning horribly as I kept kissing Jasmine.

For Victoria, the kiss was an escape from the years of emotional isolation, the drought of intimacy that had drained her of her desires. In Marlon’s embrace, she found solace—a brief, intoxicating respite from the cold, calculating world she had created for herself. The heat of his lips, the pressure of his body against hers, was a reminder of the warmth she had buried beneath her pursuit of power. For Marlon, this kiss was the culmination of everything he had held in silence.

But perhaps it was also because of the alcohol in his system that he was starting to feel a bit strange, especially with how close they were to each other. “Your nose is so sharp... Your lips are so soft,” Lirah giggled. “You’re my first kiss, you know?” “I guess so. Since you’re NBSB.” “Maybe you’ve kissed many girls?” “I don’t kiss anyone I don’t like.” “Then why did you kiss me? You don’t even like me.” Matias chuckled lightly. “We had to. It’s part of our marriage.” Pouting, Lirah withdrew her hands slightly. “Fine!”

The silence of the Moretti mansion weighed heavily than chains. Emilia sat rigid in her suite, the velvet chair beneath her no comfort at all. Her lips still tingled with the memory of his kiss from dinner—slow, deliberate, burning. She pressed her fingers against them, desperate to scrub the sensation away, but it clung to her like smoke. She had told herself it meant nothing. Just another game, another cruel reminder of his control. But her body betrayed her in the quiet. Every heartbeat drummed with the shameful truth: part of her had kissed him back.

“The betrayal, Sophia, my father... all of it. Let’s just take our family back. Let’s go back to being happy. To being peaceful. Just us.” Mariella let out a sob that was half-laugh, half-cry, and pulled me down into a kiss. It wasn't the classy kiss of a Don and his wife. It was a kiss expressing raw, primal desire. We both wanted each other now more than anything in the world. I kicked the door shut, locking everything out. And our kiss intensified. I peeled off her clothes while she unzipped my pants, and as we fell back onto the thin mattress, the only thing that existed in my mind was the heat of her skin

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

Charlotte regretted not having paparazzi around. However, shortly after, she and Griffith became a hot topic on social media. They were trending with the hashtag ‘#HowManyTimesDidCharlotteAndGriffithKiss?’. Apart from this, countless discussions about their kissing emerged, including bizarre topics like whether kissing could help with weight loss. Ava called to complain, "Are you two mad? In just a five-hundred-meter street, from the beginning to the end, you kissed each other in various ways. Even the most open-minded liberals would be bewildered by your antics!"

Charlotte nodded to his explanation and went on to go to Mara's recovery room. "This was why I hesitated, I am not letting you go rogue in the future." Keegan could hear Charlotte scold Mara for God knows how many times already. His beautiful lover looked guilty, or maybe she was still a bit high on the painkiller. Keegan decided to get closer, and when he does, he couldn't help to press a kiss on her forehead. "How are you feeling?" "High as a kite. I didn't know that you're my fiance though and I think the nurses had had it with my pain tolerance and decided to let me enjoy the good stuff." She grinned and Charlotte laughed.

she told Mary while covering her mouth. "You dislike my kiss," Marty said with a sad expression. "Babe, please understand," Christine said. But Marty was still sad, so Christine tiptoed and gave him a peck on his lips. "Stop sulking, I've kissed you on the lips" Christine said. "Just one kiss, I told your assistant not to bother us." Marty's eyes dance mischievously. "You," Christine pinched his torso. Marty burst into laughter, "Okay, let's go," he said when he stopped laughing.

Everything seems to happen so slowly, like my brain decided to reduce the pace so that every moment gets ingrained in my head. I watch with my mouth wide open as Ares lifts his tall frame off her body, with no sight of remorse in view. As my best friend, who I have known all my life, cleans her smeared lipstick off with her thumb, she is doing nothing to cover up her boobs on display. "Vivienne," I whisper again, hoping that this is some sort of prank. That my husband and my best friend have really not been sleeping together behind my back. She sighs, resting her back on the couch. Her eyes meet mine, and what stares back at me is so different from what I remember in the hospital room. She w