Marry Kiss Or Kill Novels & Stories

"Are you really 28-year-old Clara? I asked Adrian, and he told me he'll only ever love me. He'd never cheat on me. He said our baby will be healthy and beautiful, and he'll give her the very best in the world. Adrian loves me. I believe him." So, it seemed that 18-year-old Clara had chosen to believe him even after everything I told her. I reached into my bag and pulled out the gold-embossed wedding invitation. Adrian's and Avery's names stood out in stark clarity. I took a picture and pressed Send. "Then, ask Adrian this for me. If he swore he'd love me for the rest of his life… Why? Why did he marry someone else?"

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.

Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

The murmurs of people in the congregation and multiple clicks of cameras from the mass media corner filled the air. Then all of a sudden, my limbs unfroze altogether and I turned to glare at the officiant. "I'm not a hugger." And I most definitely don't want to hug the asshole you married me to. "Well then," the Jamaican man said, ignoring the congregation's loud whispers. "If you aren't a hugger, you'll most definitely be a kisser. So you may now kiss your groom."

“You gonna punch me now? Ruin your little princely image?” I shoved him. “Answer the damn question!” “He wanted to feel nothing. So I gave him nothing. The game’s called Kiss or Kill, sweetheart. He chose the kill.” I froze. My chest tightened. “What did you just say?” “Kiss. Or. Kill.” He said it slow, like it tasted sweet. I kept staring, my heart sinking. That name wasn’t supposed to exist anymore. It had died with Lior. How did Ricco know about it?

Tommy asked convincingly. “Yes baby it’s fine.” Mirabel relied cheerfully as she twirled her fingers inside his beards playfully. “Okay baby, I love you.” Tommy said happily as he reached for hair and moved them away from eyelids slowly. “I love you more baby, see you on Sunday.” Mirabel said as she moved close to Tommy and gave him a much intense and longer kiss. “I'll get going now, thanks for the ride,” Mirabel said as she opened the car door and alighted, “muah!” She blew him a kiss as she alighted and started heading inside and he zoomed off immediately.

Mateo began, his voice filled with vulnerability and love, "from the moment I met you, my life has been transformed. You are my rock, my everything. Will you marry me?" Ariana's heart skipped a beat as she beheld the scene before her, a surge of emotions welling up within. A radiant smile illuminated her face, and tears of joy glistened in her eyes. "Yes, Mateo," she whispered, her voice filled with overwhelming happiness. "I WILL marry you." The room erupted in applause and cheers as the couple embraced, sealing their commitment with a tender KISS.

Ara slipped the band on his bandaid finger. "And now, by the power vested in me, I declare you man and wife. You may kiss the bride," the cleric announced. Killian moved forward, closing the unwanted distance between them. He let go of her hands to cup her face. She looked up to meet with his glowing eyes as he lowered his face to meet with her addicting lips. Their eyes fell close when their lips touched. This kiss was different. It was sacred. Pure like her. It was between a man and his wife. His wife. The realization filled him with an uplifting elation. Killian deepened the kiss. She was a blessing.

“You may now kiss the bride.” I looked down at her, stepping closer to her and I saw that she was a shaky mess, she had probably assumed that I wouldn’t kiss her. She was wrong, it was important that I kissed her to seal the marriage, if I didn’t why would they say about our marriage even though it was fake but they didn’t know that. The moment our lips met, a fire ignited inside me, it was raw and it consumed me whole. It was nothing like the polite, obligatory kiss I had wanted to give be her and forget about. It was something much more dangerous.