Office Kiss Games Novels & Stories

– But we can do it this way, whoever wins the round can choose to kiss someone. Everyone's eyes widened, it was hard to keep their composure and not laugh at the faces they were making. - What are you suggesting, Virgínia? – Nando asked in a whisper. - I played like this once and it's super fun. – Virgínia said excitedly. – Whoever wins the game can choose someone to kiss. However, the type of kiss will depend on the score on the person's cards. If the person has twenty-one points, it's a movie kiss on the mouth, if the score is twenty points, it's a twenty-second kiss on the mouth, eighteen and nineteen points is a peck on the lips and less than that a kiss on the cheek, neck or behind the

"Come on, Tyler. Quit playing around." He tapped his hand on his cheek. "A kiss on the cheek. That's all I ask." I looked at him for a long while, weighing my options. It was just a kiss on the cheek right? I think I could do that. Finally, releasing a heavy breath, I said. "Fine." I leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. Just then, Tyler move my phone in front of us, while I kissed his cheek. By the time I looked at the phone to see what he did, he moved the phone from my reach again and began to type something on my phone.

I mumbled against his lips. "I love you" he pecked my lips again. "I hate you" "I love you" he kissed me again. "I hate you" And this game continued till 20 kisses. By now my lips were numb and swelled. "Stop it now" "You know what? I am enjoying it too much. I am ready to play this game till the morning. If you want me to stop then say what I want to hear" He smirked pecking my lips one more time.

"Then, when he's good and hooked, you reel him in. Show him just enough interest to keep him on the line." She leaned in, her voice low and serious. "Love is always a game, Laleh. And I always play to win." I met her gaze, a spark of challenge in my eyes. "Well then, game on. Let's see who wins this round." Diana's laugh echoed in the room,"Game on, indeed." She smiled and without saying anything, leaned in and started kissing me. Our kiss wasn't desperate or hard. It was soft and sensual. Her lips lingered on mine. I found myself lifted up on my toes trying to match her height.

But in that moment, Ian was drawn to the melody of her laughter, to the way her eyes sparkled with mirth. Without a word, he leaned in, capturing the remnants of her laughter with a gentle press of his lips against hers. His kiss was a tender punctuation mark, a silent response to her laughter that spoke volumes of his adoration. There was a softness in the way he kissed her, a reverence for this moment shared between just the two of them.

“Come with me.” Olivia nodded gently and walked off without a word. I wanted to run after her and fix the awkward moment, but Maya was dragging me through the crowd too fast. “What happened?” I asked. “I don’t know,” she said. “I’m confused. I think he’s trying to make lip contact with me .” “Whats that?” I said almost bursting out laughing “Like kiss me arghhhh” She said, leaving me at the edge of the room and headed toward the hallway alone.

His eyes were fire and shadow, merciless yet magnetic. He lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss was deliberate, slow, burning. His lips moved with dominance, coaxing, demanding. Emilia’s fists clenched tight in her lap, nails digging into her palms. She wanted to resist, to shove him back, but her body betrayed her. Her lips softened against his, her breath hitched, her chest ached with something wild and terrifying. When he finally pulled away, she was trembling. “Dinner is over,” he said softly, his thumb brushing her lower lip, lingering just long enough to make her shiver. “But our game has only begun.”

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, "

“A kiss.” I could hear my heart that was thumping so fast. The raise in my body temperature was evident to say my cheeks had turned red, even though I couldn’t see it. “W-what…” I stuttered. “One kiss, one piece of information.” He winked in a flirty way. I pushed him by his chest as he raised his hand to stroke my cheeks. He started to laugh as I shouted “You pervert!” He wouldn’t stop laughing while I threw daggers with my eyes. “Stop playing with me. I’m going to kill you.”

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I