Rouge Kissing Tails Mga Nobela at Kwento

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

The rough pads of his fingers feel warm against my skin, and I know my blush is only deepening. His voice is barely above a whisper now, meant only for me. “You know what Rogues do, Katya? We ruin nice, proper girls like you.” I gasp softly, my breath catching as his thumb brushes along the edge of my jaw. Before I can come up with a witty retort—hell, before I can even process what’s happening—he leans in and kisses me.

She then raised her leg for an axe kick. Aki stood ramrod straight and the blade missed her nose by a hair’s breadth. But the heel continued its rapid descent, crashing into the tiles and barely missing her toecap. It created a domino effect and crumbled a whole section of the roof. A hole yawned underneath her. She fell clawing for purchase. ×

Mikhail is making sure of it. Rose's soft breathing fills the air as she starts to drift off, her body growing heavier in her exhaustion. Mikhail lets out a quiet rumble, a low, soothing sound that resonates deep in my chest, as if he's singing her a lullaby in his own way. His tail swishes lazily behind him while he, every now and then, continues to lick the side of her head gently.

They cornered every possible track for me to run away from, like a predator stalking its prey they started coming closer. They were Rogues, the dangerous wolves that kill whenever they come across other wolf's, no reasoning or trick can save you when you encounter a rogue. Unfortunately, they were four in number. I could see their smiles as they advance slowly toward me, saliva drooling from their mouths. The pull came again, but with greater force and strength, it was coming from a direction behind me, but I couldn't look away from the rogues. Because any slight distraction from me will give the rogues the opportunity to strike.

A muffled groan escaped his throat. That boosted my confidence, so I decided to experiment some more. My hand trailed up his neck to the back of his head. My fingers ran through his lush dark hair, tugging on it slightly. He responded by grabbing a firm hold on my neck and deepening our kiss. When I refused to part my mouth open, he bit on my lower lip, causing me to gasp. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside as he began to taste each and every corner of my mouth.

"Rouge has a name---Ilaria? Shouldn't you be nameless? Or you couldn't stand the ugly names throwed at you?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your thoughts until now? Do comment down below.

“Anyway, two of your ribs are broken apart from that you are fine. In two days time you should be completely fine. “So…” Rose began striking a conversation with me again. “What happened to you? How did you become a rogue? You still smell nice so I guess that you have recently become a rogue.” “I.. Just as I was about to answer her, the door opened and a girl rushed. “Hey Rose, hey dear beautiful rogue!” The girl greeted jovially. “ That's rude Lisa, you can’t call her a rogue, she has a name. Wait I don’t even know your name” Rose said looking directly at me. The new girl Lisa was also watching me with curiosity.

The tears escaped my eyes and trickled down my face as I stood up to follow him, grabbing his hand as he headed towards the door. Outside a man in a black tuxedo stood waiting on the porch. Jack opened the door and nodded to him before turning back to me. His eyes were wet as his thumbs smeared the tears off my cheek. He then traced his thumb across my lower lip before taking my chin in his hand and pulling me into a kiss. I could taste the salt of my tears—salty like the ocean—as I kissed him one last time.