Poisonous Kiss Novels & Stories

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.

he confessed, a hint of vulnerability shining through his confident demeanor. Before I could respond, he pulled me into a passionate kiss. I was momentarily taken aback, but the intensity of the moment swept me away. I responded to his embrace, reciprocating the desire that had been brewing within me for far too long. His lips were soft and inviting, his tongue dancing with mine in a perfect rhythm. It was a kiss unlike any other—a culmination of longing, yearning, and unspoken desires.

He coughs out blood, and he stares at me in shock. "Uhm the one I transferred into your body, when you kissed me, my lipstick actually contains a very deadly poison. I already took the antidote, so it can't cause any harm to me and I'm sorry to inform you but I didn't bring any antidote for you." I said pouting. "You... you... will.. agh." "I'm sorry are you saying something, cause I can't here you." I said smirking, he tries to get up on his feet but then it was impossible since death came knocking.

He wanted her to feel just how turned on and frustrated he was. Their tongues lashed out against one another in a silent battle. Kissing Alessandro was becoming more of an addiction than she would like to admit. And it was a completely new experience because it always made the butterflies dance beneath her stomach. It meant they liked the idea of kissing him too. The kiss was toxic—filled with anger, frustration, desire and lust. It was erotic enough to leave her aching for more. And she wondered if kissing him back was still about proving a point that she was angry as well.

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.”

That syringe could have anything in it, wolfsbane being the worst. My wolf hasn't even come out yet. If I'm given wolfsbane now, I may lose my wolf forever because it's a poison for wolves, and since mine is in its development stage right now, it won't be able to fight it. He smirks triumphanty and starts kissing my neck. He leaves open mouthed, sloppy kisses from my neck to my jaw and I wrinkle my nose in disgust. His lips move close to my mouth and he places a kiss on the corner of my lips. Angling my face, he is about to kiss my lips when I push him away on instinct.

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.

And then, without any further warning, he kissed me. His lips were soft and warm against mine, like the first rays of a sunrise. I felt the potion as an immediate coolness seeping from his mouth, and then it was inside mine, subtly altering my taste buds. It was sweet, tantalizingly so, and made me forget this was a forced kiss. Reality swirled away as the potion took hold, and I was floating in a sea of pink clouds, the world around me turning into a dreamy haze. Boris's grip on me tightened, pulling me closer to him as he deepened the kiss.

Western Venom had concocted it using venomous insects, poisonous plants, and toxic flowers. And just from the name of the pill, one could tell it was highly poisonous. "Sebastian, let's forget about this, okay? This thing looks extremely toxic, it could be lethal," Rosalie said anxiously, pulling on Sebastian's arm. "If it's necessary, I'll marry him." "Don't talk nonsense," Sebastian retorted, giving her a glance. "Since I've promised you, I won't back down. Besides, don't you trust my medical skills?"

Ella said firmly. "And guess what?" Ella said to them, there was no way she'd keep quiet now, she'd make sure to hurt them back. "We just kissed, yes and you see this mark here..." She pointed at the hickey on her collarbone. "That's the Death lords!" She spat out with a victorious smile on her face. "Are you showing off right now?" Lauren asked. "Stop lieing, the Death lord wouldn't kiss you, maybe one of those guards at the gate gave you that, don't you think girls?" Lauren asked.