Phineas Kissing Isabella Novels & Stories

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?????

But then, as if searching for certainty, Ezekiel asked, "Isabella, are you sure you want to—" Before he could finish, I pressed my fingers gently against his lips, silencing him. My eyes met his, filled with determination. "I know exactly what I want," I whispered, leaning down to kiss him once more. Our tongues intertwined, the kiss deepened, and I grazed his lower lip with mine, letting my teeth lightly nip at his chin. The closeness between us was electric, and I could feel the growing tension in his body, his desire unmistakable beneath me. For a moment, our eyes locked, a silent exchange passing between us.

It was better if I didn't give my real name. “Let’s dance!” he called, gesturing for me to join him. I shook my head playfully. “You’ll have to keep up!” I challenged, the thrill rushing through me. *** Back in the house, Ciel paced nervously. “Where could she have gone?” he muttered, looking around. “She should be safe inside.” After a few minutes, he received a call from the guard he had sent. “Sir, we’ve located Isabella . She’s at a club called Pavea,” the guard reported.

Isabella inspected the place with her eyes frantically, her brain trying to take in as much as possible as her pulse was rushing in an unprecedented way. “I will join you after I take a call in my office.” Casually revealing to her, Edmund crashed his lips on her forehead, squeezing her shoulders. She closed her eyes and let out a moan, his small stunt forced her to press her legs together to lessen the dazzling thirst from earlier unfinished business. “At this hour?” She poured it out before realizing that she might sound somewhat impatient and probably jealous, which was entirely false, of course. ‘Why would I be jealous? Yet whom would he be calling this late?’

I don't know how to tell him that I want everything—that I want him so badly it terrifies me, that I've wanted him for years, that every time he smiled at me across Callum's kitchen table, I felt it in my chest like a bruise. So I show him instead. I pull him down and kiss him again, deeper this time, my tongue sliding against his, my teeth catching his lower lip. His groan vibrates through me, and his hand slides up my side, palm rough against my skin, until his fingers curl around the back of my neck. "Isabella," he breathes against my mouth, and the sound of my full name on his lips sends a shiver down my spine. I shift beneath him, my legs tightening around his waist, and I feel the hard

She turned and looked at me and smiled. “We can look at the curse and see if I can unwind it, and I have some more text coming that will be of help,” Isabella leaned back against the counter as she talked “If I can figure the origin I might be able to-” I walked up and pulled her into me pushing my lips against hers and kissed her passionately. All the memories of our times together came flooding back, and I started to get hard just thinking about it. Isabella quickly reciprocated and put her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a deeper kiss. I pulled her fully into my body and ran my hands down her strong but slender frame to her hips and pushed her against the kitchen counter with my

"Bye guys. See you next year." "Bye guys. Take care Izzy ," Christian says and they both go. "Oh my God! She is going to have the countdown kiss with Christian in front of everyone in Times Square!" Isabella squeals. Well, Christian never does something like this in front of the live camera. Looks like I need to have another talk with my cousin. *** After Tony and Drew leave, Isabella forces me to sleep with her on the hospital bed. I kiss her head. "I'm sorry, Sweetness. I should have listened to you."

"Alright. You caught me." "Oh my! Oh my!" Isabella screamed. "He kissed you ! Seriously, that guy is really amazing and fast. One time, he acted like you didn't exist and now you're telling me he kissed you. Ah, Josie, I'm jealous of you. Tell me, how far did you go?" "It was just a kiss." "Are you sure? Tell me now." Isabella poked her. "Tell me how far you went, tell me, tell me, tell me.''

He looked like he was forced here and Isabella, on the other hand, looked quite elegant with her arm looped possessively around his. “I thought they broke up,” I whispered, leaning slightly into Gabriel. “I guess they are playing pretend. This should be for the camera, anyway.” I wanted to believe that they were pretending. I needed to believe that. Because Zayde actually went back to her, it would be funny. Zayde’s gaze swept the room and his eyes landed on me. For a few seconds, I tried to place what was happening. But before I could make sense of what I was thinking, Isabella pushed his face towards hers and kissed him.

Isabella's pov; Returning to California, I sat down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. The kiss came back to me. Because I was shy, I rolled on the bed. He gave me a kiss. Did he kiss me? He kissed my lips!!! It was fantastic!! Where did he get that skill? Why was his kiss so delicious? I could still feel his lips on mine when I touched my lips. He was gentle, passionate, hot, and steamy. It had every flavour that a kiss should have. Why am I so fixated on his kiss? Why can't I get it out of my head?