Poisoned Kiss Mga Nobela at Kwento

She must go but Klarisse pulled her hair even harder, she felt some strands broke off. "Yes you are, my slave. So here you'll stay!!" Klarisse dragged her to the kitchen and she pulled the coffee maker where the coffee was brewing. Klarisse poured all of the hot liquid to Kara's back and all she felt was a numbing scorching pain. She wailed in pain. It was not enough, Klarisse dragged her down to the dark basement and threw her down the dusty floor. "For you to learn your lesson!" and there Klarisse shuts the door, she could hear the locks clicking. And Kara was left in agony with her scorched back and her fear of darkness.

Christian tipped her head back to allow his tongue to dominate the wild and punishing kiss. He swirled his tongue against hers, devouring every recess hungrily. It wasn’t just any passionate kiss. It was branding. He wanted to punish her for fighting him since the time they met. He wanted her to know who she belonged to.

ARYA Everything that happened right after the kiss was a terrifying blur. Alpha Daxton ended the kiss and dragged me out of his study before tossing me to the guards like I was a lamb prepared for slaughter. I couldn't fight back, my knees felt like jelly, and there was a deep ache in my bones. It was poison. There was no doubt about it. Did he poison me with a kiss because he believed I was the culprit? I soon got my answer a little while later.

"If you need a kiss, beautiful, I’ll give you a kiss you won’t forget." Elizabeth's breath caught. He knew she expected him to go up instead of heading south. There were kisses, and there were kisses. Some were the sweet, romantic kinds, with amour in the air and oh-so-gentle temptation involving two lips—two sets of lips. Others were heated, wicked kisses, comprising one set of lips attached to one mouth, one tongue, and a pair of slick, pussy lips.

Taking my hand, he stands up and leads me out the kitchen door. Walking out the emergency exit and standing in the alley, he leans me up against the wall and kisses me. When our lips touch, it's like fireworks and an earthquake going off all at once. My insides feel like they are about to burst when he lifts me up by my butt and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.

And like a beast, he deepened the kiss. He possessed her, leaned her on the wall while stabling her head with his big palm like a sugar daddy. He chewed her lips, multitasking his fingers into her hair to stroke her warmly. Her lips were so Intoxicating, he couldn't get enough. The heat, hunger and lust weakened Cinderella's knees. She couldn't even struggle. Her mind was dummied by his kisses. But soon, something seemed to kick in. Poison! Her lips were poisoned.

I whisper fiercely, my voice trembling with unspoken emotion. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls me in. His lips meet mine in a kiss that starts slow, hesitant, but soon becomes something more. It’s not just a kiss of lust, but one of promises—unspoken, but understood. It’s raw and full of something deeper. Something more intense. More dangerous. It's a kiss that makes my heart beat faster.

He leaned into her clumsy kiss, the taste of tequila lingering on her lips. Their kiss deepened, causing a tangle of limbs and breathless moans. Their clothes were shed in a hurried rage, and their movements fueled by a potent mix of alcohol and unspoken desires. Succumbing to the allure of her beauty, he surrendered to his impulse. Their bodies entwined in a moment of intense pleasure.

I pointed at the clauses and said, "This policy pays double in the case of accidental drowning. It also covers the full amount for death caused by an accidental fall from a cliff. The total compensation is eight million dollars. Wendy, how do you explain this?" Wendy stammered, completely at a loss for words. I slammed the policy onto her hands and snapped, "Since you won't admit it, I will say it for you. You have been competing for the position of department head. We're in the same department, and I'm your strongest rival. "You tried to manipulate public opinion to push me out. You shoved me in front of everyone. If I had drowned, it would have worked perfectly in your favor. Wendy, you pl

But the only word echoing in my head is karma. And the question that haunts me: who is paying the price? Me? Eva? Annaida? Damon? Because right now, every single one of us is suffering in our own way, caught in the wreckage of what has unraveled. . . . . . . . Hi All, Just a headsup those who have read KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL would clearly understand the insinuations of this chapter. From Chapter 93/94 of KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL.