Paradise Kiss Novels & Stories

There was only a brief moment before he pressed his lips to mine. This kiss was different from our others; it was soft and quick, almost like it was a habit; like it was something we had been doing for a long time. Yet, my heart still fluttered like it was our first. "Well..." I said, "that was quite the rescue." "Hm..." he said, walking us towards the shallow end of the pool. "Well, I was a lifeguard back in the day." I chuckled, unhooking my legs from his strong waist as I eased back onto my feet. "So, where were you today?"

She said, a little louder than her typical self. I paused. I’ve not been to Guts Island before, so I know nothing about the so-called Xavier Party. “Xavier party?”. I posed, hoping she would discern the confusion in my voice. “Yes, it’s a vagina party held in Xavier Le Premiere square, once every year. I’m buying tickets for you and I”. she said. “Okay”. I said, not minding that it was worth haggling over. Vagina parties are weird parties, because during such parties, the bathrooms were frequently raided by dicks that had found pussies to punch.

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

the Master of Elysium promised, his voice a dark, resonant rumble that echoed the boundless eternity of our future, "we live." He lowered his head and captured my mouth in a slow, devastating, all-consuming kiss. It was a kiss that required no safewords, no negotiation, and no apologies. It was the absolute, undeniable taste of a sanctuary that had finally thrown its doors wide open to the sun. I wrapped my arms entirely around his neck, anchoring myself to his unyielding heat, kissing him back with every ounce of love, defiance, and devotion burning in my chest.

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, "

His kiss came without warning. The faint taste of tobacco filled my mouth as he pried my lips open. I was pressed against the car door, and my hands, which I had raised to shield myself, were pinned by his hands and lifted over my head in a smooth arc. I was in a daze for quite a while. My first thought was that he had smoked today. Was he upset because of something involving Claudia? His kiss wasn't gentle or affectionate. It was filled with aggressive anger, devoid of any tenderness. Despite the soft exploration of his lips and tongue, it felt as if my mouth was gradually being tainted by the taste of iron.

His eyes meet mine and he pulls me into a passionate kiss. "I love you too, Jaden," I say between kisses. And he groans, pulling me to wrap my legs around his waist. I feel my body being thrown between the petals and I sigh, pulling him closer to me. This is like paradise.

His lips are so tender, so sweet, and so gentle. Darn! I want to kiss him for, at least, the whole day. The moment our lips started moving, I knew I didn't want just a peck or a kiss that would last for a few seconds. I wanted something deep; if possible, I wanted this kiss to last forever. He wraps one hand around my back, the other one moving to the back of my neck to keep me steady. Together, we dive deep into this sin. The sweetest sin His touch is magical, and his kiss is undeniably the same. He seeks permission to enter my mouth, and I willingly grant it. Without thinking and without holding back, I let him in, and our tongues took off on the adventure.

Adrian didn't wait a single fraction of a second. His large hands came up, his palms cupping my jawline with a heavy, worshipful friction that tilted my face up. He leaned down, his mouth capturing mine in a deep, bruising, and fiercely passionate kiss that tasted of rich sea salt, absolute victory, and a future that belonged entirely to us. It was a kiss that carried the weight of the five years we had lost, the blood we had spilled, and the empire we had constructed to get back to this altar. The terrace exploded into a deafening, roaring cheer, the sound of our friends and partners clapping echoing off the cliffside and out over the vast, open water.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean