Moonshine Kiss Novels & Stories

I tilt my head up, and he leans his head down, so our lips meet in a gentle but passionate kiss. “I’m glad he didn’t kill you,” he whispers against my lips. “Yeah,” I smile softly. “Me too.” I take a deep breath, take out the potion, and carefully uncork it, dropping the hair in. It sizzles as it hits the liquid, and an acrid, smoky smell fills the air. “Goddess, that’s going to taste terrible,” Mason says as we both cough. “No shit,” I brace myself, and raise the potion high.

“How would you even know the curse worked?” “Their eyes turn red.” She goes still. “Red how?” “Red, Maya.” “Contacts? Blood vessels? Party lights?” “I thought of all of that.” She gets up and turns toward the window, then back to me. “You actually saw this?” “Yes.” “On who?” I hesitate. “Three people.” Her eyes widen. “Three?” “Technically one kissed me first.” “That is not helping.” I start with Julian because she already knows I wanted him. I tell her about the dancing, the kiss, and his eyes changing. Maya cuts in about the lighting and reminds me that she gave me the pill.

What he knew was that its course was different. "Really?" He smirked upon realizing that Khione's lying. "Just a joke, hehe. I'm taking Mascom, but don't drink alcohol from now on. That's mine." The girl snatched the bottle and glass from his hand. Hades didn't rant, he just smiled while watching Khione. "Just drink this." The maid put her milk in the glass. He didn't growl anymore because he didn't want to ruin the chance that he could talk to the girl. It feels like heaven, talking to the girl you like.

Her smile was a promise and her eyes, pools of molten amber, knew exactly how to extract the price. Her partners moved in a synchronized ballet behind the small, polished obsidian counter. Kaida, the vampire vintner, with hair as black as a starless night and skin like polished moonlight, decanted a deep crimson liquid into a crystal glass. The wine, "Vesper's Kiss," was famous for drawing forth memories of a first love, a first touch. Across from her, Conor, the werewolf chef, worked at the sizzling grill. His massive shoulders strained against his simple white tunic, his hands, which could tear a man apart, now wielded knives with delicate precision, searing rare meats and arranging edible

The thing that froze my brain like ice water. “There is only one cure.” My head shot up. “Tell me. Quick.” “A moon-bond kiss.” Silence. Ava squinted. “What now? A mood board? A moon bounce? What?” “No,” she said. “A moon-bond kiss. A kiss between two souls destined for each other. It lights the spirit. It wakes the soul. Only fated ones can give it.” I stared at her like she was reading me lines from a romance novel I didn’t sign up for. I felt even more confused. What did she even mean that a common kiss could cure something as intense as a soul rot. A poison that could claim his soul.

he murmured, “when you two can help me instead?” Both Maddox and Hayden froze, surprised by his sudden boldness. The silence that followed was heavy, filled with warmth and unspoken want. Kyle’s lips curved into a shy smile before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Maddox’s lips—slow, lingering, and full of trust. When he pulled away, he turned and kissed Hayden next, just as softly, and whispered, “You should kiss each other too.”

finally I woul- "Are you Rosebud52?" A deep voice floated into my ears and I needed a few seconds to reboot and learn how to speak again.Another thing about this club is that nobody uses their actual names, I guess it made people feel mysterious or something. And to drive further that *one night affair* policy a drug was injected into our system to dull our sense of smell-which was also the main way to find your mate-Though I doubt they cared people who came here weren't crazy about commitment.

When I woke up the next morning, she was sitting beside my bed arranging fruit on a platter. Her eyes were still a little swollen, but her expression had regained its calm. “You're awake? Have some fruit.” She picked up a slice of apple with a fork and held it out to me. I took a bite. It was sweet. Julian pushed open the door and walked in with several folders in hand. “The venue has been finalized. It'll be at the glass conservatory on the hillside estate. “You love flowers, and it's filled with your favorite red roses. “I've already arranged for the temperature to be regulated around the clock, so you won't feel cold.”

As I blew on it, the sweet scent filled the air, a temporary balm for the tension twisting my gut. But before I could savor its gooey goodness, a large hand snatched the stick from my grasp. "Hey I toasted that, it's mine!" I protestsd with a pout , but Killian only grinned, the marshmallow already disappearing into his mouth. "I know," he said, his eyes, amber pools in the firelight, holding mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. "And I thank you for preparing it just the way I like it." Before I could retort, his lips were on mine, the taste of toasted sugar and something deeper, something primal, swirling between us. The world dissolved, leaving only the heat of his kiss and th

Now, as the High Priestess pronounced us as Alpha and Luna, we sealed our fate with another daring kiss. A kiss that will be followed by thousands more in our lifetime. And thank the Moon Goddess, in the end, Kiera Moonbeam chose to kiss me forever. The End