Midnight's Kiss Novels & Stories

It's not bad to be kissed, she just doesn't want to, it's just that Clow's breath is disgusting, so she refuses. The young woman thinks she hopes the next boy she tries to kiss will be a regular Listerine user. She wakes up at two in the morning on prom night with her hands over her mouth to stifle a scream, still immersed in the most vivid nightmare she's ever had, all about her wishing she had a good amount of money than she could do with a of wishes and the black button.

Jane was right, I was deceiving Damien. "Alright, everyone! The countdown is just about to begin. Hold up your champagne glasses!" Jake announced excitedly. I looked at Aaron, and our eyes met. His heated eyes were fixated on me as the countdown started on TV and everyone started to recite it. Finally, the clock struck midnight, and it was time for the midnight kiss. Damien leaned in for a kiss. "Wait!" I said in a hoarse whisper. "What is it?" Damien looked like he was taken aback. "You don't want to kiss me on New Year's eve? He had a hurt look on his face, but I needed to start off this year by being honest with him and myself.

Nostrils flaring, I begin, “I am not the one creating the drama, he started—” But I’m interrupted by her savory lips on mine. And what was I saying again? “I don’t care about the wine. Just keep kissing me,” she breathes through the kiss. Damn. She’s hot. After five hours, we finally glide into the quiet streets of Midtown East, the kind of neighborhood where every townhouse carries its own stories—and all my old, wicked memories.

"Stop sneaking around." "I want all of you," he whispered. "Your mornings and your midnight walks. Your smiles and your tears. I want to walk beside you—not behind you." She smiled, a soft sob escaping her. "Then do it. Be with me." Their third kiss was different from the first two—it was a promise. And in the background, a clock struck the midnight hour, as if the world was blessing them to start over. Damian rested his forehead against hers, his voice hushed.

I touched Aaron’s shoulder, pulling his attention back to me. That’s when Midnight showed up. Without warning, he pulled me in and kissed me, right in front of all of them. His hands gripped my waist possessively, fingers pressing into my skin like he wanted to mark me. He moved in slowly, his mouth brushing my cheek, leaving a trail of heat until it met my lips. The touch was teasing, a silent promise that made me hold my breath. Then he bit me.

I lost balance halfway and found myself wrapping my legs around his torso under the water, my arms wrapping around his neck as I kissed him back hungrily. It felt like a million butterflies had erupted in my stomach, and for the next few seconds, time seemed to stop as we took our time, savoring every moment. His tongue flicked against my bottom lip and I gladly let him in, knowing that I was going to regret this later....but fuck that, he was such a good kisser it was almost impossible to resist. The kiss started to get more intense as Draven took over, slipping a hand under my shirt from behind before parting his lips and placing wet, hot kisses down my neck, causing me to moan in pleasure

Then the kiss broke. Callista stayed laying on the floor, now Madri slinked down her babysitter's body. She planted a kiss on Callista's lips, then her chin, then her neck, then between here breasts. Then she kissed each of Callista's breasts, tasting the softness of the girl's nipples, feeling her lips melt into them. Then she kissed Callista's stomach. Finally, though Callista's skirt, Madri kissed the girl's pussy. Callista moaned and squirmed.

I turned slowly and Madam Pika was standing right there looking irritated, she frowned and walked away slowly. "What is wrong with everyone today?", Bubby said and Beatrice laughed from afar, "the party is 1 hour away, everything has been set, let's go have a cool bath, dress up and resume our serving duty, today is going to be real hectic!", Bubby said walking out with the bottle of wine, if Bubby was fine with her chores, why can't I be?. ////////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I walked down straight to the beach in my uniform heading to the serving point, darkness had took over the day and the moon came to light it up, it was a full moon tonight, and it was somewhat spe

badly. I turned and leaned up to kiss him. It was as if we were instantly transported back in time, back to our little house on the beach. Our time apart melted away as though it had never been. His hands went to the sides of my face, embracing me as he kissed me. It was the tender kiss of two people in love. Soon, however, the kiss turned from tender to passionate, as our tongues began to move against each other. I stood and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, and his hands went to my sides.

Damon asked me. It was a surprise. I felt Damon's warm, soft lips on mine before I spoke. We felt stuck in a bubble of time and space as we kissed under the clear sky. At that time, I didn't even notice how beautiful the sunset was. He teased me with his tongue, and when I opened my mouth a little, he used it against me. He used his tongue to feel around inside my mouth. 'So this is a kiss—a warm feeling between our lips.'