Poisonous Kiss Novels & Stories

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

Something falls. I bend and pick it up. It is a photo of a young Quinn with a girl. They are both locked in a tight embrace kissing. Quinn with a smile that reaches his eyes. He looks very happy. I turn to look at the back. There is a quote, 'These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triumph die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume'. Then it is signed, with love, Misha.

I said angry that he is making it seem irrelevant to talk about her and what I feel. He stood there looking at me for some time then moved closer. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make seem like I don't want to hear you out. And she is not my lover, you are." He gave me a kiss on the lips and I immediately pushed him away. I knew that with him kissing me I would melt in his arms and not tell him my thoughts.

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.

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

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.

His eyes—so dark, so unreadable, so devastatingly intense—threaten to pull me under. I don’t think. I don’t hesitate. I just act. Tightening my hold around him, I rise onto my toes, letting go of everything—every hesitation, every fear, every damn thing telling me this is wrong. And then— I press my lips against his. The moment they touch, the world tilts. A sharp, breathtaking shift, as if the very ground beneath me ceases to exist. It’s not just a kiss. It’s a collision. A reckless surrender. A freefall into something dark, something dangerous, something I can never take back.

I said, as I walked out with my black leather pants and mummy chiffon shirt. “You are such a badass,” he said with a mischievous chuckle. “And you are such a sweetheart,” I said after which I placed a kiss on his lips and pulled his hand across the bridal shop playfully. The End

"Do you want me to destroy your lips or what, Pandora?" A hissing tone escaped from between Kingston's teeth. He spoke so close. He ruthlessly grabbed Pandora's lips without feeling. Every bite the man gave was a punishment that was not worth the outburst of rage. Kingston really didn't care about the rancid taste; it hit Pandora's lips even harder and made them swell badly. "Why don't you kiss me back?" Pandora shook her head with a flash of fear. How could such an act be called a kiss when Kingston was just legalizing everything the man wanted to do into something real?

Each kiss is intense, a mix of pain and pleasure. "Damn it!" He swears, his hot gaze burning into my exposed chest. His breath is heavy, his eyes filled with desire. "You belong to me, Louise. You can't escape," he whispers, silencing any protest with his soft, warm lips. Our kiss is passionate, intense, and I can't help but respond. Lost in pleasure, I hear a noise but ignore it. I close my eyes, savoring every touch of his lips. "That's right, Louise," he murmurs. "You're stunning when you're filled with desire. I want to see it again when you climax on my..." His words are interrupted as the door bursts open, revealing two unexpected visitors.