Moonshine Kiss Novels & Stories

I told him once again as I stare into his eyes hoping he finally gets that I do care about him and want to save him from the Moon Witch. Damon chuckles and moves his hand to my face and he gently brushes his fingers across my cheek as he says, “I just wanted to hear you say it again as I looked into your eyes.” His lips then moved to mine. The kiss was not hard or needy, but it was soft and gentle as if he was showing me his love to me through this one kiss.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

Marigold replied with a sarcastic laughing emoji, followed by a stack of documents—Chester's years of bank transfers, the insurance policies he purchased, and a record of Florence transferring 300,000 dollars to the truck driver's wife under the guise of personal compensation. Marigold was the friend who had worked at a bank. These underhanded dealings didn't escape her scrutiny. The truth quickly hit me like a bucket of ice water. Marigold said to me, "Ivy, I've been waiting for you. If a man breaks your heart, come back to me. Let's spend our lives together." We had known each other for over two decades, and she often joked like that. Back then, I would laugh along and tease her, saying, "

I kept asking, buffed by how people were willing to pay to be kissed by someone. “A million,” I gasped, a million for a kiss? That’s crazy. “But tonight is special. Because this kiss is from none other than our future Luna. Ms. Sasha Thorne,” He added, making me snap my head back to the man. My heart raced so fast. Cassian turned to me, clenching his jaw tight. “I hope you don’t mind, Sasha. I just thought it would be interesting to do something different this year. Of course, with your permission,” she said to Cassian, who just stared hard at me.

Without truly thinking, I stepped toward him, sealing everything in a warm, intense kiss. Romain’s lips were tender, and I couldn’t help but yield, savoring the passion of the moment. He wrapped his arms around me, his hands sliding along my waist, drawing me closer with matching intensity. Fueled by alcohol and desire, I let myself sink deeper, carried by the surge of adrenaline.

He slowly leans in and places his lips on mine moving it quickly, his hand on my cheek. This kiss is so gross, but I'm tipsy as fuck so I don't care at this point. The kiss lasted for about 10 seconds then I pulled away. I open my eyes to look at him and his cheeks are red. Aw he has a little crush, well he's going to get over it soon because I don't feel the same way. I look over to see Gina smirking, then to see Heaven... mad? Her face looks disgusted and I don't blame her, the kiss was gross.

On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Artic parrayas in the case of the North) and chocolates. “Kokuhaku… my God.” Aki blushed and covered her mouth because she didn’t want to smile in embarrassment and unintentionally offend Sasha. Temujin also squirmed where he sat because he had never experienced making a romantic proposal, obviously because there were very few opportunities in the mines. He could only imagine how nervous Sasha must’ve felt putting his ego in the line like that, vulnerable to being crushed by a rejection. “Exactly,” Sasha said, guessing what the other two were thinking. “I also had to learn how to make honmei choco.”

Once everything was ready, I stepped onto the stage in my white gown and with a bouquet in hand. Lucas couldn't wait for me to reach him. He approached me and stretched out his hand, eager to take mine. I reached my hand out to take his. Amid the blessings of countless werewolves, of the countless cheers and laughter, our hands clasped tightly together. Lucas lowered his head and kissed me as if no one else was there. The kiss was so long that I thought I was going to run out of breath before he finally stopped. Then, he bared his fangs and gently bit the gland at the back of my neck, completing the final mark.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

For a brief moment, shock registers on his face before his body relaxes and he chuckles in amusement. “You sounded just like Jase for a moment. Thank you,” he whispers to me, though I do not incline what he is thanking me for. “Jase praises us like that we do something he approves of as if we are dogs or something. You distracted me.” His calloused tattooed hands cup my face answering my unspoken query. He kisses me and sighs into his mouth with relief when his tongue sweeps over mine. I taste the mixture of his peanut butter whiskey mix with my chocolate cherry Irish cream whiskey; it’s intoxicating. The kiss deepens and I moan relaxing into his body as he takes control. “That’s enough!” Ra