Moonshine Kiss Novels & Stories

I gently reassured them, guiding them to the couch with promises that I'd join them shortly. Knox pulling me into the kitchen caught me off guard, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he acted. His lips met mine in a sudden, passionate kiss that vibrated like a spark igniting a flame. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, unspoken promises and deep-seated desires. I could feel the intensity of his emotions, a turbulent mix of love, fear, and hope, swirling in that single, passionate gesture.

Kenny couldn't help but feel nervousness as he looked around. Zeres turned to Kenny, his face filled with determination. "Do you know the name of the antidote for the poison ?" he asked. Kenny nodded confidently. "Yes, I do. I know the name of the poison," he replied, trying to steady his voice. Zeres leaned in, his eyes fixed on Kenny. "Tell me, we have to be quick " he urged." We need to find it as quickly as we can. " Kenny took a deep breath and said, "It's called 'Serpents Kiss.' I think the antidote to it must have the name of that sort."

He closed the distance between us with an animalistic, almost mournful growl. And he kissed me. Holy Moon. That was my first kiss and I didn't even know what to do, besides just stand there, frozen. But, Dear Goddess, Noah certainly knew what to do. His warm lips moved over mine with hunger and intensity, pressing me until my mouth opened for him. And then, his tongue was there, intertwining with mine and stealing my breath.

Placing a hand under my chin, he lifted my face and gently kissed me. One hand moved up to cup the back of my neck, gently tugging me closer. I melted into his kiss, savoring the taste of him. He must have had a sip of whiskey to loosen himself before the party, because he tasted faintly of it. Although his kiss alone was intoxicating enough for me.

we all finish, our voices blending with the gentle music. As the newly bonded couple share their first kiss, Dex leans closer and presses a soft kiss to my lips. It’s tender, unhurried, and filled with quiet promise. The night around us glows brighter, and I can’t help but think that maybe, under this silver moon, love truly heals everything.

Just hearing that makes my face turn as red as a tomato. "Oh, so you did kiss! I knew it! How long did the kiss last?! Tell me, how did it start?! How did he kiss you? Is he a good kisser?" I widened my eyes at her. "Pres! Someone might hear you! I-It's embarrassing!" "Come on, Moon! Just tell me about it! Come on!" "We were both drunk that time, that's why we're not that conscious of what we were doing." "That's not what I'm asking. I'm asking you---

Gia comes running up to me with a glass. “G, I don’t want to get drunk tonight.” “Don’t worry, I won’t let you,” she says as she shoves it towards me. I sigh, take it from her hand, and take a sip, then gag at the bitterness. “What is this?” “Moonshine. Now drink up, tonight is just getting started,” she says as she downs her drink, then pulls me into the crowd.

She shook her head, yes, her eyes shining with anticipation and a touch of nervous excitement. As Damon leaned in, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of quiet intimacy. Their lips met in a tender kiss, a gentle exploration that spoke of unspoken emotions and a deep connection. The kiss was sweet and soft, a perfect blend of hesitance and longing. The warmth of the moment enveloped them, and for a while, nothing else mattered. It was just Damon and Aqua, lost in each other, sharing a kiss that promised many more moments of closeness and understanding.

Her voice sounded lazy because it bored her talking with him. He hesitated for a couple of seconds because if he asked her a particular question, she wouldn’t go away until she knew everything, even the tiniest detail. “What does it mean when someone kisses you on the cheek?” he said and drank the bottle of brandy to hide his embarrassment. His ear was turning red just asking that kind of question. “He likes you. Did Yric do that? He’s kind of bold.” She had a smile as if she wasn’t feeling devastated earlier.

The tears escaped my eyes and trickled down my face as I stood up to follow him, grabbing his hand as he headed towards the door. Outside a man in a black tuxedo stood waiting on the porch. Jack opened the door and nodded to him before turning back to me. His eyes were wet as his thumbs smeared the tears off my cheek. He then traced his thumb across my lower lip before taking my chin in his hand and pulling me into a kiss. I could taste the salt of my tears—salty like the ocean—as I kissed him one last time.