Novel & Cerita Poisoned Kiss

He gripped my chin pulling me up from the floor "You let go so quickly. I have to reward you" he said "Ah you wanted a kiss." he scoffed "how silly of me to forget but anyway we don't want to leave you with nothing. I’m a gentleman who keeps his word, so here you go" he kissed me on my forehead softly. His lips felt cold, like the kiss of death. I clenched my fists. Sadistic Bastard!!

“Curious, Your Highness? Am I not allowed to surprise you?” His lips curled—not quite a smile. More like a warning. “Surprises,” he said, “usually come with a price.”

Terrified. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “Even when you hate me.” “I don’t hate you,” she said. Her voice broke. “I hate that I ever loved you.” And then it happened. He kissed her. Not soft. Not tender. But like drowning. Desperate. Raw. She let him. For a second. Then she pulled away. Breathless. Trembling. “This kiss,” she whispered, “isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.”

As he observed them repeatedly, his expression began morphing into one of horror. "How… How could this be?" Disbelief overwhelmed him in an instant. "What did you discover, Cassian?" Frank asked immediately. "The poison those victims are inflicted with… It seems to be…" Before Cassian could finish speaking, he noticed Zoey reaching out to touch one of the corpses. He hollered, "Don't touch the corpse!" Startled, Zoey quickly drew back her hand. Then, she looked at Cassian in confusion. Cassian continued seriously, "The poison is extremely dangerous. If my guess is correct, this must be the legendary Devil Trumpet's Kiss."

was all Rosalie said. “What did you do?” Ari asks. “I created a new poison. And I didn’t have anyone to test it out on. So I gave it to Roman with a note to warn him not to go looking for Nightshade...” “Jesus fucking Christ!” Ari roars before hanging up on Rosalie.

CHAPTER 30: The Snake Inside Vincenzo’s Pov I just stood there after the kiss. It was so stupid. I kissed her in that dark hallway. I shouldn't have done that. I'm the Don, i don’t just kiss people whenever I feel like it. I’m the boss of everything but she was right there, and she looked so mad at me for showing her off at the party. I liked that she was mad. She didn’t look scared at all. She just looked angry. I pulled away and left fast before I did anything else totally dumb.

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

I whispered, leaning into his touch. With that unspoken understanding, Atlas bent down, capturing my lips in a kiss that was both tender and desperate. The world around us faded, leaving only the two of us, bound by fate and a need that could no longer be denied. As the kiss deepened, the last remnants of my hesitation melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through my entire being.

That's what I thought it was, but what if it wasn't a spell, what if the same thing that had been used on me that day was also what had been used on Damien? I could see his eyes, he seemed quite unfocused and his lips... they were slightly blue. "Kiss me" I say to him and he looks confused, he doesn't hesitate when he kisses me, but then I draw back, feeling lightheaded. His lips... it tasted of something far too sweet to be normal. "You were poisoned.