Shane And Ryland Kiss 소설 & 이야기

I guess three years with him had molded me into someone just as tough and dismissive. Ian tossed the cigarette away and leaned in close to whisper in my ear, "Livie, forget the cigarette. Why don't you put me in your mouth instead?" I stumbled back, shocked by his boldness. Just then, a group of students emerged, some teasing him. "Is she the…" Before the guy could finish, Ian kicked him hard. "Are you still coming to dinner with us, Ian?" "What are you talking about? His girlfriend's here." "Girlfriend? He hasn't even won her over yet, has he?"

Raymond shouted as he gets to the entrance of Sharon’s home "Why are you shouting on my property?" Sharon yelled back as she glared at him "I know what you did," Raymond said "What did I do Mr Raymond? Please tell me because I don't know whatever is it your saying I did" "Don't play dumb with me you know" "I don't know what you're talking about you lunatic" "So you were not the one who posted the video of our last encounter to ruin my image" Raymond said, his anger evident in his tone as he stared at her

My face, along with Adonis’s, is plastered all over it on the news, but that isn’t what makes me stop; it’s the headlines and the playing video… On the screen is the video of Adonis and me from earlier; our kiss is all over the news, the way it happened, the way he held onto me, the angry clash of our lips, and the words. ‘IS THE THORNEWOOD BILLIONAIRE HEIR FINALLY OUT OF THE CLOSET? OR WAS HE NEVER IN IT? WHO IS THE BEAUTY HE SEEMS TO HAVE HIS TONGUE DOWN HER THROAT? WE ARE ALL EAGER TO FIND OUT, AND ARE WAITING FOR THE COMPANY TO SHED LIGHT ON THIS MATTER.’

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

My shoulders sag in disappointment. Reaching out, she rests a hand on my arm. "Hey. We'll figure it out," she tells me. "Yeah I know, it's not over, I'll find another way," I reply. "That's my girl." "By the way, the man you just kissed—people found him online! He is Aiden Kincaid! Billionaire! Quarterback! Every sport lover girl's wet dream!" Kiera thrusts her phone toward me. The screen shows a grainy replay of the kiss cam. My back is front and center, hair spilling down my jacket, while Aiden shows his jawline only.

“You don’t love me. You love control.” His thumb brushed her hand, his gaze burning into her. “And yet, when I kiss you, your body betrays you.” Her breath caught. Rage tangled with shame. “That doesn’t mean anything.” Dante stepped closer, pressing her back against the railing, his voice a whisper at her lips. “It means everything.” Then he kissed her. Not ritual. Not warning. This kiss was hungry, desperate—his claim written in fire and silk. His mouth devoured hers, dragging her into a storm she couldn’t escape.

Don't blame it if Ayu has started to think badly about Reza, again! "I have hot news!" he paused, "You know what, Reza Anggara the Dnakes gang member?" Vaguely, Ayu can hear the chatter of a group of women in her class who are on the right. "Yes, we know Reza Anggara. What's wrong with him?" Feeling interested in the chat, Ayu began to eavesdrop on their conversation. Ayu's eyes are still focused on her cellphone screen. "Reza was seen in the school toilet kissing one of the famous underclassmen, Lauren Wesley."

I would accept that this was just a short term thing and do my best to enjoy it. “It's my turn,” Aiden said, taking the bottle from its spot in the sand. “Tell me about your first kiss.” “You're going to laugh. It was pretty terrible,” I warned him. “I sincerely doubt that,” Aiden replied, pulling me to rest on his shoulder. “Kissing you is never terrible.” I nestled into the hollow of his shoulder, soaking up the feeling of his arm around me and the smell of his skin. If this did have to end at the end of my trip, at least I would have some amazing memories.

I waited for about 5 minutes, letting the silence that followed after what he said die down. The knock had barely faded when I unlatched the door, and there he was—Shane. Disheveled, jaw clenched, black hoodie slung over his broad shoulders, eyes blazing with something dangerously close to desperation. He didn’t say a word, he just exhaled sharply after finally seeing my face and surged forward and kissed me. His hands tangled into my hair, his breath hot and broken against my lips. It wasn’t just lust—it was anger, fear, longing, all crashing into that single kiss like a storm at sea.

Nathan’s lips curved into a playful smirk, and that expression was the final push Shaun needed. Without thinking, Shaun grabbed the front of Nathan’s shirt and smashed his lips against his. The kiss was rough, violent, and fueled entirely by anger. Shaun kissed him deliberately, teeth scraping against Nathan’s lip as a harsh sound escaped his throat. He bit him before pulling away, laughter spilling from his mouth. “How does that feel?” Shaun mocked. “Disgusting, right? You just kissed a guy. You probably feel like throwing up. That’s what you get for messing with me.”