Novel & Cerita Poisonous Kiss

“I offer something she hasn’t done before. A guy, who is a total romantic. I know him well, he wouldn’t kiss easily. He believes in true love and pure souls… You get my point. “ Your_Rock had written, and I hated him after this comment added to the dirty hints he made under my last story. My stomach began to hurt by the thought I had to kiss someone innocent and lie to Jason, this romantic guy, and even to myself. As soon as my drink touched the counter, I gulped it and nodded to the barman for another. “This sounds like a good challenge. Only a fool would reject Allura for a one-night stand, but a relationship guy sounds hard. I vote for him,” No_Joker agreed. “Yeah, kiss this guy, Allura.”

I told her. She rose up beside me and put her lips to mine. I could taste the sweetness of her lips. I kissed her back and this time it's more wilder than before. While we're doing a french kiss, I suddenly felt a stingy sensation running through my veins. I saw the harshness on her eyes. I struggled from her kiss but o couldn't take off my lips from her. She cupped my face and tightly sealed my mouth with her poisonous kiss. My eyes wide opened until the black veins covered my whole body.

It was contaminated, a mark of betrayal carved into my memory; it wasn't tender. He brought his lips close to my face, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that felt suffocating. His hands cupped my cheeks delicately, as if the gesture could convey affection, and then he pressed a kiss onto my forehead. To him, it might have been tender, an act of care but to me, it felt sinister, a kiss laced with malice, as if his lips carried venom that seeped into my skin, leaving me paralyzed with revulsion.

"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.

I stand speechless, pupils dilating with need. He doesn't ask for permission. He doesn't breathe a single word. He steps over the threshold, his hand catching the back of my neck, and immediately crashes his mouth onto mine. The kiss is a collision. A violent merging of weeks of silent obsession. I melt right into him, hands clutching his shoulders for support, head arching to give him enough room as the kiss deepens. He tastes of expensive whiskey and something lethal. Dangerous. Unique. It was nothing familiar. It was intoxicating. Overwhelming.

She was shocked, her features contorting with a mixture of astonishment and relief. Then, she lifted herself onto her tiptoes, capturing my lips in a kiss that defied description. It was more than special, soft, exciting, languorous, passionate, and loving combined. It was a kiss that spoke of forgiveness, understanding, and an unbreakable bond. It was, in short, the best kiss in the world.

His thumb trembled against her cheek. Then his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was not tender. It was fierce, consuming, desperate. His hands pulled her close, as if holding her body tighter could bind her loyalty, as if her breath could drown out the doubt burning through his veins. For a moment, she let herself feel it — the fire, the ache, the longing that had always existed between them. But the more he clung, the more she realized what it was: not love, not trust. Chains.

Every furious thought, every rehearsed accusation, dissolved into the heat of his mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating, and i felt myself drowning in the familiar scent of his cologne. But reality had a way of intruding, my anger and hurt was bigger than my desire. I pushed against Austin's chest, breaking the kiss and stepping back my chest heaving with ragged breaths. Austin sighed, his shoulders sagging, like a weight had been lifted off them. “Ava, she is just a friend.” “ friend?” I spat, “don’t insult my intelligence, Austin. I saw the photos. I saw the way you looked at her. Oh please, not on the weekend you clearly told me you spent with your mother!.”

I shake my head to hide my embarrassment, not daring to stare at Caleb anymore. "Do you poison wolves rarely kiss?" I was vaguely aware of a hidden meaning in Caleb's words. "Yes, poison wolf's teeth are highly poisonous. All of us rarely kiss others, and rarely allow others to kiss us. For poison wolf, kissing on the lips is a much more intimate, private, and romantic thing than intercourse. It means putting our life in the hands of the other person. One thousand honeyed words and a hundred times sex are not comparable to a kiss."

AUDREY'S POV “Get to the point, please!“ I snapped at the poor physician, but I was exhausted. “Sorry, my Luna.“. “It's alright.“ “Now the most active poison of the two is Renesse. Renesse is a drug used to gently remove premature babies.“ My eyes widened. “The other one is used to kill, basically. It's called death's kiss. It was a small dose, but when combined with Renesse, it becomes formidable.“