Poison Kisses Novels & Stories

she whispered, misty brown eyes meeting mine. I curled my hand on her face, seizing her eyes. “You don’t have to say anything, mia rosa, but I would be very pleased if we seal this deal with a kiss.” I smirked, eyes widening as a saucer when Rylee pressed her lips against mine without missing a beat. Quickly recovering from my shock, I kissed her back, my hand coming up to her nape instantly as I urged her lips to part. She tasted of whiskey and peaches and everything sinful yet addicting. She’s my poison and antidote in one sexy bottle.

I shake my head to hide my embarrassment, not daring to stare at Caleb anymore. "Do you poison wolves rarely kiss?" I was vaguely aware of a hidden meaning in Caleb's words. "Yes, poison wolf's teeth are highly poisonous. All of us rarely kiss others, and rarely allow others to kiss us. For poison wolf, kissing on the lips is a much more intimate, private, and romantic thing than intercourse. It means putting our life in the hands of the other person. One thousand honeyed words and a hundred times sex are not comparable to a kiss."

Believed the intensity meant love. She didn’t know yet that kisses could be weapons. That affection could be strategy. That love, when laced with lies, could become a slow, quiet destruction. But standing there, caught in the gravity of Adrian’s presence, Iris felt certain of one thing: Meeting him had changed something inside her. And whatever this was — whatever he was — there would be no walking away untouched.

He reached out, his hand cupping my jaw, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. And then he leaned in, his lips finding mine, a breathtaking kiss that stole my breath and scattered my carefully constructed defenses. It wasn’t a brutal kiss, not savage like some of our nights. This was deep, possessive, yet unbelievably tender. It felt like a promise, a question, and a farewell all at once. His tongue tasted of coffee and the latent danger that clung to him like a second skin. My lips parted instinctively, a soft gasp escaping, and he deepened the kiss, making it a slow, deliberate act of claiming.

On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Artic parrayas in the case of the North) and chocolates. “Kokuhaku… my God.” Aki blushed and covered her mouth because she didn’t want to smile in embarrassment and unintentionally offend Sasha. Temujin also squirmed where he sat because he had never experienced making a romantic proposal, obviously because there were very few opportunities in the mines. He could only imagine how nervous Sasha must’ve felt putting his ego in the line like that, vulnerable to being crushed by a rejection. “Exactly,” Sasha said, guessing what the other two were thinking. “I also had to learn how to make honmei choco.”

*** The chauffeur matched the breaks the very moment he pulled into the massive garage of Xavier Le Premiere square. “Here we go, pussies”. He said and wore a pussy mask. He, too, was in for the party. “Come get the door, dick”. Laura said in response, sparking a sort of confusion in my unseen mind. How could a chauffeur call his passenger such weird name, pussy? He alighted and got the door for us, and we alighted, but while I made for the massive ground, Laura stayed back and stole a couple of kisses from the man, before coming after me.

"Aren't you embarrassed that the first time we met, you kissed me and then you puked your guts out all over the grass?" "No, no, that was different, I was sick, I got alcohol poisoning. But this—" "—Is pretty much the same thing," he cut me off. "The only difference is: your reaction to kissing me was puking, and my reaction to kissing you was... well, I got hard," he just shrugged. Shamelessly too. Absolutely unconcerned and undisturbed. "What... are... you?" my jaw had fallen to the floor. Clearly, I had never met a character like him before in my life.

“Fi—fiancée? I’m so sorry, ma’am, I didn’t know.” I smirk before I can stop myself. “That’s fine,” Diana says calmly. Bonnie bows and exits quickly. I look at Diana. “What was that?” “What?” She feigns innocence. “You’re enjoying this.” “Maybe.” She unpacks the food. “And we should get my ring later. It’ll reduce misunderstandings.” She glances at the clock. “You have thirty minutes.” She goes back to reading. I stare at the food longer than necessary before finally eating.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

“Oh no, you don’t!” He pulls away from my hand. “What? Why won’t you let me kiss you?” “Your kisses are dangerous. They short circuit my brain and I become a cat in heat!” He dares to laugh. “I am serious. What is your chapstick made up of? Pheromones?”