Marry Kiss Or Kill Novels & Stories

The room seemed to hold its breath, the world outside fading away, leaving only the two of them, lost in this moment of connection. Victor's hand found the small of her back, pulling her closer, his touch possessive yet tender. Martha melted into him, her body molding to his, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. The kiss was slow, a dance of tongues and teeth, a battle of wills and desires. It was a kiss that promised passion, that teased at the depths of their connection, that left her breathless and aching for more.

“Only death will do us part.” Hearing these words, a wave of relief washed over her. She gazed into his eyes, feeling the sincerity of his promise resonate within her. With her heart racing, she pulled him closer and kissed him deeply, pouring all her love and gratitude into that single, passionate moment. It was a kiss that spoke of trust, hope, and an unbreakable bond—a promise sealed with love.

It’s beating crazy. [GULP] What just happened?! Was that real?!! We… Did we… Kissed?!! “Yes” “Huh?” “Marry me, Ken”

This wasn't some nightmare I could claw my way out of. I was marrying the devil. And I'd signed the dotted line. What about the freedom I thought I would get after my husband's death? It was gone with a poof. I must be cursed. There was no other reason why I would be marrying another psychopath. The priest droned on and our vows were exchanged like threats. My "I do" sounded like a dare. And then, the priest said, "You may now kiss the bride." Killian turned to me, finally smiling. And just as he leaned in to kiss me on the corner of my lips, I bit him, hard.

I leaned closer, my voice a whisper only she could hear. “Congratulations, Mrs Volkov,” I murmured. “You wanted to play pretend? Let’s make it real.” And as the chaos swelled around us, I kissed her. Not gently. Not tenderly. But with deliberate, calculated pressure — sealing a lie so perfect even God might hesitate to judge it. Because in that kiss, I tasted her shudder. And in mine, I gave her a promise. This was no marriage. The crowd could pray all they wanted, but no divine or artificial power aside from mine was invited to this union. This was war.

I state in a grieve voice, because if this keeps up George will get rid of us all one by one. He nods while gazing into my eyes and then leans down to kiss me. With our lips just a fraction of an inch apart, I feel the tension between us building. Until he breaks the moment by kissing me deeply. At first, it is slow and sweet, but in the end, he goes in for the kill and takes my breath away.

She couldn't help herself but kissed me back. I smiled while our lips were still tasting each other and I pinned her to the door, she didn't react and was still embracing me. It was damn hot! We were being naughty. Pinning her more to the door, we kissed passionately, soft and smooth. Time was like in slow motion, I never kissed a woman like this before. I could felt her catching her breath but it didn't stop us. I didn't know how long we were kissing but I love the way she was kissing me back, it was turning me on. But then unfortunately, a sudden knock disturbed us and she hurriedly pushed me.

Drunkenly, he buried his head into my chest, coaxing, "Honey, I'm sorry. It was just a game with Lanie. I was the groomsman, she was the bridesmaid. I didn't have a choice." Really? No choice? Because the look in his eyes during that kiss—the delight, the pride—was impossible to miss. When I didn't respond, he rubbed his head against my chest, trying to charm me. "Honey, forgive me, okay?" In the past, his puppy-dog act would have melted my anger instantly. Now, the image of him and Melanie's kiss made me feel sick. I pushed him away and rolled to the far side of the bed. Upon sensing my rejection, Steven's playful demeanor turned to anger.

Suddenly, a strong, muscular hand clamped down on her wrist. "I remember…" His breath smelled of whiskey. "You once said that a husband and a wife have their own duties in a marriage." Rosalyn lifted her gaze to meet his. She had said those words herself. Why was he bringing it up now? Rosalyn wasn't a fool. "Eric—" Before she could finish, he gripped the back of her head and kissed her fiercely. The kiss carried the heat of alcohol and long-suppressed desire. It nearly stopped her from breathing.

Sofia yells even louder. “How the hell was I supposed to know we would get chased by assassin's? You think I wouldn't have kept some guns in there if I knew?" AJ hollers. “Would you guys stop the dumb argument! AJ focus, Sofia leave him alone if you don't want us all to die an extremely painful death." I shout over the sound of guns. “Oh my God! I can't believe I am going to die without getting married to Jason. I love him so much to do that to him." Sofia cries.