Sealed With The Kiss Drama の小説・ストーリー

The man's tears increased which calmed the woman. "Chaos. I-I don't mean I'm going away, I-we can't talk anymore. We can still be friends--" "Friend?" The man laughed simply "So you treat me as a friend? Just a friend?" His gaze deepened on the woman. "Chaos, listen--" The woman's eyes widened when the man suddenly kissed her. It touched both of her cheeks and even more covered her entire lip. Khione had her eyes open, while Hades continue to savor the moment. He can taste the sweetness of her lips, the softness of it.

“But because I believe you mean what you say.” His fingers tightened around mine and I smiled at him. The priest watched us for a moment and he lifted his hands slightly. “Then let it be known—this bond is entered into with awareness. With will and truth", he paused. “ Seal it". Dorian's POV I didn’t hesitate. I stepped forward, my hand moving to her jaw, tilting her face up slightly in a deliberate manner Her breath brushed my lips for half a second— Then I kissed her. Her hand tightened against my chest, and for a moment— Everything else disappeared.

Even in sleep, her little brows were drawn together in a look of serious concentration that was all Liam. He smiled then. It was a small, broken, beautiful thing. He bent his head and pressed his lips to her cap. He held them there for a long time. Then he lifted his gaze to me. He leaned over the space between our chairs, and he kissed me. It was not a passionate kiss. It was a seal. A vow. A transfer of warmth. He pulled back just an inch. His eyes held mine, unwavering. The ghost of the DNA lie vanished. It was incinerated in the furnace of his certainty.

I leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, slow, and incredibly sweet kiss. A loud, joyful cheer broke out from the small crowd. Sofia was clapping loudly, her face bright red with happiness, while Sean and the guards let out hearty shouts of congratulations. But to me, the noise was just a distant hum. The only thing that was real was the soft warmth of my wife's lips against mine, sealing our new destiny on the hill. --- **ROSALINA P.O.V** When Christopher finally pulled back from the kiss, I felt like I was floating. I looked down at my hand, seeing the two rings sitting perfectly together on my finger.

Isabelle smiled, and for a moment, the tension between them dissolved into something lighter, more companionable. The afternoon light was beginning to fade when they finally returned to the task at hand. The locket design had evolved into something elegant yet understated—a gold oval with a delicately engraved rose on its face, Amelia’s initials worked into the stem in flowing script. “It’s perfect,” Sebastian said, studying the finished sketch. “Exactly what I envisioned, yet better.” “I’m pleased you think so,” Isabelle replied, ignoring the now-familiar pang as she contemplated Amelia receiving such a thoughtful gift. “Your jeweler should have no difficulty creating it from this design.”

A second passes and a small, otherwise fleeting hope swells in my chest that she might call off this madness before it's too late. She doesn't "I do," Her voice is firm, agreeing. Final. The priest turns to Richard and repeats the question to him, to which he answers almost immediately. "I do" The two of them stare at each other like love-sick fools, and when the priests declare that they seal their new relationship with a kiss, the guests erupt in cheers, happily commemorating the relationship. I watch as my new stepfather brackets my mother's neck in his hand and seals his lips to hers.

Amara POV: Viktor Dragovic wants to make a deal with me? That’s fucking hilarious. I’ve killed men with more brains and less ego. He thinks tossing money and whispers my way will get my attention? He has no idea who he’s playing with. Still, I couldn’t help but grin as I stared at the encrypted message glowing on the screen: “The Devil offers a meeting. Midnight. Iron Citadel.” Drama much? I leaned back on the hotel couch, swirling cheap whiskey in a glass. My black boots were muddy from last night’s kill, blood still crusted on the laces. I hadn’t bothered cleaning them. Why would I? The mess was half the art.

she asked, her voice trembling slightly. Adrian’s eyes flashed with anger, his grip tightening on her wrist. “Of course, I saw it. Was I not supposed to catch my wife kissing another man?” He spit the words out like poison. Selena opened her mouth to speak, to explain herself, to clear the air between them. But before she could get a single word out, Adrian slammed his lips against hers with such force that she didn’t even have time to react. His kiss was raw, desperate, and completely unrestrained. For a moment, her mind went blank. She struggled against him, pushing at his chest, but he held her tightly, pinning her to the wall behind her with his body. The kiss deepened, urgent and fiery,

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.