One More Kiss Dear Novels & Stories

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, "

And these are the only things that we'll ever get to be. Dear K, It was just a day. Maybe a Thursday. Maybe a Friday. It was just a girl. Brunette, sweet, and small. It was just talking. She said she wants to believe in love. It was just a kiss. Except it was never anything at all. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Dear K,

"How many lips have you tasted?'' Sia asked after Dei had settled for T instead. When Dei didn't answer immediately I started to get agitated. I inhaled sharply when I saw her smug look. I held her eyes, pleading silently. For what, I didn't know. Just, please. She looked away with the smug look still and I sighed defeatedly. Maybe it was selfish of me to want her to answer to be 'one'. Yes, it is. I decided it didn't matter how many, me been her first kiss was more than enough for me. And I'll be her last. I smiled secretly at the memory of our first kiss, although she didn't know it was me. She didn't know I was her first kiss— as she was mine. It had been a mask charity gala hosted by he

He then moved his lips towards her ear as his whispers echoed their unspoken promises. Ameera responded with a pull of his collar, enticing him to come closer. Their lips met once again, this time the kiss deepened and was filled with an unspoken passion. It was slow and rhythmic, an exploration of feelings that were pushed aside during their daily lives. The intensity of the kiss left them breathless, eliciting soft gasps as they sought air.

her voice came out in a hushed whisper, "I am a little curious to know what it would have felt like if I kissed you when you had no tongue." I chuckled at her confession, "I don't think you would have found it appealing." "I think I would have found it interesting." I hesitated before uttering my next set of words, "Are you curious about what it would be like to kiss me right now?" "More than I can explain. Part of me just wants to kiss you and get it done and over with so I can get you out of my system. Another part knows that if I kiss you we will only want more," Dea supplied almost begrudgingly.

“Just once before you go?” He takes a deep breath, his face turning away as he rubs his eyes with the back of his hand. “Fuck... why is this so hard?” he mutters under his breath before pulling me into him, crushing his chest to mine. His lips meet mine in a tender, desperate kiss, the moment fleeting but filled with raw emotion, leaving me breathless and yearning for more.

“Fine, fine. I’ll leave… but only after one last kiss.” I narrowed my eyes. “You’ve already stolen like three.” “Then what’s one more?” He leaned in again, eyes gleaming with mischief and something deeper, something that made my knees just a little weaker. He kissed me again, and this time it was slow, sweet, and infuriatingly smug. “That’s four,” I murmured against his lips. “You said one more.” “I lied,” Declan grinned. “And I’d do it again. In fact…” He leaned in like he was going to kiss me a fifth time.

"Just like her mother. Just like us." I turned my head and kissed him again, slower this time, lingering in the warmth of it. He kissed me back with aching tenderness, a silent dialogue of love that transcended words. When I pulled away, Ranon was already leaning in for his own. His lips were soft, his kiss deeper, more possessive, laced with primal heat and unwavering devotion. Alaric's kiss came last—confident, slow, and full of the silent reverence that always left my heart trembling, a quiet anchor to our shared reality.

The girl's feelings of fear have been relieved, because of the insistent kiss the man gave her. The girl sighed softly. "Shh ... Ahhh ..." The sound of the girl's sigh, already made the man's junior standing behind his trousers. The man kissed her lips again, harshly. The man's hand stroked the girl's cheek, slowly. The girl returned the hot kiss from this man, her hands moved around his neck. Passion can take away common sense !! "Shh ... Ahh faster .... Oh faster ..." A sigh escaped the two of them. He pumped his body over the girl's body. The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax. ~Next Chapter~ _________________ __________________

I am too young that time. I closed my eyes tightly when I suddenly step forward towards Mr. Woods and kiss him. It was just a fast and a swift kiss. I immediately step back and stared at him. He is looking at me eyes widened. His lips parted while staring at me. "Goodnight, I will get inside already. Bye." I uttered nervously and left him there. What the hell did you do, Kellah Fazandra?????