Poisoned Kiss Novels & Stories

The thing that froze my brain like ice water. “There is only one cure.” My head shot up. “Tell me. Quick.” “A moon-bond kiss.” Silence. Ava squinted. “What now? A mood board? A moon bounce? What?” “No,” she said. “A moon-bond kiss. A kiss between two souls destined for each other. It lights the spirit. It wakes the soul. Only fated ones can give it.” I stared at her like she was reading me lines from a romance novel I didn’t sign up for. I felt even more confused. What did she even mean that a common kiss could cure something as intense as a soul rot. A poison that could claim his soul.

And there it was again. The memory of Damian’s aura. Dull, sluggish, speckled with static that wasn’t supposed to be there. Like his body had been soaking in something it didn’t recognize for too long. It didn’t feel like illness. It felt like interference. “Say it,” Isabella said, her voice tired. “I know you’re thinking something.” I opened my eyes. “He’s being poisoned.” The words dropped from my mouth even before I could control it. Noah turned around slowly. “What?”

His voice rose, his tone sharp. I emotionlessly pushed the papers closer. "Of course you do, oh prestigious young master of the Hilton family. What's there for you to worry about? "Go ahead and sign the papers; I don't want a single cent. Let's stop wasting time." His eyes suddenly turned red. He pointed to his chest, voice shaking, "You really think being with me was a waste? "Jessy was right. Carson found you in the sea, and he got bitten by a shark to save you.

Poison sighed impatiently, her whole body was throbbing with desire and she hungers for release and wasn't pleased that she is going to wait for the blonde to play nurse finish before she can grant her body the relief it desperately needs. " You took care of me the other day and today allow me to return the favor, " Cat implored the woman when she saw the reluctance on her face. Poison stared, battling with her desire. She leaned into the blonde again and kissed her softly before the blonde could deflect away. " I want you so bad, " she murmured close to her lips. " Can we do this after I have satisfied this craving, " she begged, kissing the blonde cheeks and moving slowly towards her neck.

Two metronomes arguing ownership of the same song. Then, impossibly. She whispered, “I would burn cities for you, Zach. Don’t make me watch you burn alone.” The world detonated quietly. Not with sound. With surrender. ⸻ I kissed her. Not gentle. Not pretty. Not symmetrical. It was a collision of bone, breath, threat, relief, terror, faith, violence, and divinity. A kiss that tasted like promises signed in gunpowder and sealed in blood. When it broke, it didn’t end. It echoed.

She loves the man. She felt the gown slide down her body. As his lips brushed against hers, she gasped. Even then, she never tired of kissing him, as if he were poison, poisoning her from the inside out.Cuhen lightly bit her while giving her a neck kiss. She was laughing as Cuhen kissed her. What the hell is going on? No matter what, she finds his kisses to be absolutely insane. As his hand gently squeezed her other, Cuhen quickly covered her breast with his lips. She moaned.

一 Yes, it's true 一 I fed 一 Don't do that, please 一 He asked and approached me. 一 I will do it and no one will stop me. Before I could say anything else, our lips were sealed, different from how it used to be, the kiss was rushed and painful, as if he was sorry 一 the taste of the drink was what you could feel the most in the kiss, the taste of the poison was evident, not the poison that killed, but regret, pain and longing, his kiss aroused a thousand emotions in me, but unlike before, the emotions were the worst, I can't say that I didn't love him, I still liked him , but after everything he had done and spread about me, the dislike I felt for him was greater.

he asked through gritted teeth, squeezing my wrists. ​“I’ll make it up to you! Anything! I promise, Draven, please...” I decided to go to my last resort and started begging. ​“Anything?” His voice turned soft. I watched him move his face closer to mine, and I nodded quickly. ​“I promise...” I choked out. He gave me another look before inching his lips so close to mine that I had to press them together, terrified they would graze against his. ​“Kiss me, doll face.” He whispered, his lips barely touching mine. My mouth hung slightly open at his words.

"I want... to be owned by you... as I have owned you. I want to feel the poison... of your skin... until there is nothing left of the Moretti name. Just... us." He grabbed her waist, his fingers bruising her skin, his strength a flickering, dying candle that refused to go out. He pulled her down, his mouth crashing against hers. The kiss tasted of salt, fever, and a desperate, terminal hunger. This was the "Explicit Erotic Romance" at its most visceral—a union occurring at the edge of the abyss.

I screamed. At the same time, a resounding slap rang through the air. The room fell deathly silent. "Did you… Did you just hit me?" My hand flew to my cheek as I stared at Jacob in disbelief. The man who once promised to love and cherish me forever—had just hit me. Staring at his own hand, he was momentarily stunned by his own actions. "Selene, where's your ring?" he asked, suddenly noticing something off about me. He looked frantic, as though my missing ring was his biggest concern at the moment. He was the one who killed our child, yet he now had the audacity to act like he was deeply in love with me.