Poisoned Kiss Novels & Stories

“Doesn’t it? His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I gasped against his lips, but I still didn’t pull away. My hands fisted his shirt as he deepened the kiss, savoring the way he folded me against him, as if he wanted not even air to come between us. His lips slanted over mine, his hands moving down to grip my waist as he pressed me against the wall. Heat ignited between us, spreading like wildfire. Every forbidden touch, every stolen moment, every risk we had ever taken; it all culminated in this desperate, hungry kiss. He groaned against my lips. “You taste like cranberry.” I smiled, trying to mask my breathlessness. “It was from the mourning ritual.” Theo frowned. “Mourning ritual?”

I concluded and dived in for a kiss after letting her know that I had zero patience. I didn’t get to remember everything clearly, but I could remember that I snapped her wristband skillfully during the kiss. I wanted to get rid of anything that didn’t speak of me. Poisoning her mind with my presence was my aim. She was awfully good at kissing. Every angle of my mouth that her tongue touched was electrifying. I felt it to the bone. We both transited from this world into the feathery clouds of pleasure, a tapestry of emotions we couldn’t define.

Kissing meant that they were mutually in love! He had never kissed a woman before because, in his eyes, their lips were filthy. The women lingering around him were always socialites, daughters from wealthy families, or celebrities, and he had never touched any of those butterflies. However, he did not know why, but he actually kissed this one. To be accurate, she was his first. He had never known that the sensation of a kiss could be this delicious. Weston slightly squinted his eyes and pressed on to her. From within a suffocating suppression, he quenched his raging thirst with poison.

Justine's POV There was this old aphorism from the human world that says, "A kiss is believed to be the best medicine" the world could offer. Most humans believe that even a single kiss could swallow darkness with light, change sadness to happiness, a remedy to all kinds of sicknesses, and most of all, this privilege is free of charge. Sad to say, all of those privileges prohibit me by all means when I freaking believed that my lips were cursed by the moon goddess as it could darken the light, turn everyone's happiness to madness, and worsen all kinds of illnesses.

My heart slammed so hard I was sure he could hear it. Then he closed the distance. The kiss wasn’t soft or sweet, it was pure claiming. His mouth crashed against mine with ten years of pent-up hunger, teeth grazing my lip just enough to sting. I tasted something metallic and ancient, like blood and wine mixed together. I made this helpless sound against him, half protest, half something I didn’t want to name. My hands pushed at his chest even while my mouth opened for him, my traitorous body melting into the solid wall of muscle.

My fingers gripped the back of his neck, pulling him closer, stealing his breath, his warmth, his will. He responded eagerly, unaware of what my kiss truly meant. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t affection. It was the kiss of vengeance, a curse sealed between our lips. The kind of kiss that could destroy kingdoms. He didn’t know it yet, but I would make him remember everything he’d forgotten. The rejection. The blood. The pain. And when the time came, he would beg for the mercy he once denied me. I pulled away slowly, my lips brushing against his. A faint smirk played on my face as I whispered, “You taste just like regret.”

“Because I have the power, the money, the will. And because you, my dear Emma, were made to be owned.” He crushed his lips to hers, a brutal, punishing kiss. It was not a kiss of passion, but of possession. He was claiming her, marking her, branding her with his mouth, his tongue forcing its way past her lips, a violation that was both terrifying and deeply, profoundly arousing. She could taste the whiskey on his breath, a dark, intoxicating poison.

she responded. "What? So it's true? So she's your first kiss? Gosh, we can not believe Zoren will going yo to get a girl, you've been busy with work and with us only!" Peter teased and Zoren rolled his eyes. "Come on! Don't embarrass me with this beautiful lady," he said and all of us had a good time laughing about how these two ended up kissing. But honestly, Zoren really never gets interested in girls since the days he caught Loreign sleeping with that guy many times, and he even caught them in their intimate and hot moment, the two were naked and having sex in the kitchen, worst they making out in his house and Zoren didn't want to date girls cause that scenes always popping in his head a

His hands came up to cradle her face, his touch shockingly, impossibly gentle. He kissed her back not as a soldier, but as a man starved for a connection he thought he'd never have. It was full of a yearning so deep it stole her breath. Then—a jolt. A searing, feverish pain that was not her own. It lanced through the bond, a wave of poison and a deeper, more desolate hurt: the ghost of Kael's lips on hers. The silver poison, the feverish voice calling for her and the devastation of her betrayal.

The fox will grant you what you’ve been searching As long as you bring something someone else has been missing. Ah, but I digress… This one should let you rest. Just sit back, enjoy the bliss You will experience Here at the inn called Chocolate Kiss!