Never Been Kissed Book Novels & Stories

I couldn’t breathe that morning. Not because of a nightmare, smoke, or fear. From him. From that kiss. My first fucking kiss, and it had to be with Lucien Nerezza, of all people. Sleek and cold and calculated one second, and then wrecking me against an archive shelf the next, like he wanted to eat me whole.

What else mattered? Their lips met at first tentative and soft, like rediscovering an old song you thought you'd forgotten. The taste was bittersweet — a mixture of absence and longing, of memories both sharp and tender. The kiss deepened gradually, shifting from gentle exploration to fierce desperation. It was the kind of kiss that erased time, that demanded presence, that screamed of survival in a place where nothing else seemed certain.

She rushed back to the young man and handed him the inhaler. He immediately took it, thanked her, and ran out of the house. She stood by the door, half of her body outside. She stretched her neck a little to see the person in the car. All her efforts proved abortive as the person she was trying so hard to see was facing the other way. She could only see his honey blond hair and his right hand. He appeared to be reading a book before the asthma attack. Her lips curved into a smile when she saw the name of the book he was reading. It was her second published novel 'EVERYONE HAS A LIL SIDE OF CRAZINESS.' She wrote the book when she moved into her apartment with her three closest friends. Stayin

CHAPTER EIGHT The initial shock of Maleficent’s lips claiming mine left me briefly paralyzed. At first, I was like… What the…? I’m being kissed. Then I was like… Holy wow, I’m being kissed well. After that, it was all just… Mmm. Nice.

Amaraielle Grace Stewart is a 24-year-old graduating Tourism Management student who has spent her entire life trying to be the granddaughter her strict grandmother expects her to be. She has a future to build, a reputation to protect, and a life that is supposed to follow all the rules. Until one night at a bar, when one impulsive encounter changes everything. While looking for a quiet moment in the women's restroom, Amara accidentally encounters a dangerously attractive stranger kissing another woman. She decides to mind her own business until moments later, she finds herself alone with him. One look becomes an unexpected kiss. One kiss becomes a moment neither of them can take back. A

I had never felt such passion, such uncontrolled need in my life. I had only ever kissed two men in my life, and it was both a crazy mistake. One was to make Liam jealous. He didn't get jealous, and I was slobbered on like a dog, for nothing. At least, dogs are cute. The second time was when I was drunk during my eighteenth birthday. It was a random stranger. I didn't know who the hell it was...

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

“It was... confusing. It was my first kiss, and I don’t know what to make of it. One moment he’s cold and distant, and the next, he’s tender and caring.” Anel’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Tell me everything. How did the kiss feel?” I took a deep breath, trying to put the experience into words. “It was... intense. His lips were soft, but there was a fierceness in the way he kissed me. It made my heart race, and I felt like I was on fire. But then, he’d push me away, leaving me more confused than ever.” Anel listened intently, her expression full of wonder and excitement. “I’ve never been kissed either,” she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of longing. “But it sounds magical.”

He wrapped his arms around my waist with such ferocious strength that I couldn't move an inch. I had never been kissed on the lips before, only Mom and Miss Britney had ever kissed me, and that was always on the forehead. All I could wonder about was what a real kiss felt like: the heat of lips meeting, the strange thrill of being held close in the arms of the opposite s*x… a feeling so foreign, yet so undeniably stirring. That was the first time I had ever experienced such a raw, sensational pull.

He leans closer so that there is only a small gap between his lips and mine and whispers. "Karen, have you ever been kissed?" I lick my lips as his eyes flick from my eyes to my lips and back again. I again whisper, "No..." He smiles as he says, "Tell me, how can one be as beautiful as you, never been kissed?" "Never really liked any of the boys here, and some of them are my friends. I don't want to ruin the friendship I have with them..." "Karen? May I kiss you?" I know it was probably stupid and reckless and I know I haven't known him long, but I have never felt like this, never felt a powerful need to be connected to someone, to anyone. Against my better judgment, I whisper,