Stole A Kiss Novels & Stories

Terrified. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “Even when you hate me.” “I don’t hate you,” she said. Her voice broke. “I hate that I ever loved you.” And then it happened. He kissed her. Not soft. Not tender. But like drowning. Desperate. Raw. She let him. For a second. Then she pulled away. Breathless. Trembling. “This kiss,” she whispered, “isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.”

he pecked her lips once more, "let them know that you're and always be the one." Kimberly loved the colour of his eyes as he confessed his love for her. She was happy that he loved her. He might be married but his heart belonged to her. Just like the way hers belonged to him.1 She placed her lips on his and kissed him. His lips were soft and a time she couldn't help and wonder if they belonged to the masculine man she knew. They were fighting for domination as they always do and that made her smile which made her to loose. He was the one in control and she loved the way he took control.

he says, reaching for her lap again. She isn't about to lose her virginity to this drunk and not-so-good-looking man. His breath reeked the smell of drinks mixed with a stench of cigarettes, a smell she despises the most. She couldn't lie to herself anymore, she might not get on with this new lifestyle. "Don't touch me!" she says sternly, pushing his hands away from her. He forcefully grabs her by the arm and pulls her closer to himself, she tries to break free and is also staring at the group of people that we're dancing in the club to reach for Olivia but her sight is also getting blurry,

Marigold replied with a sarcastic laughing emoji, followed by a stack of documents—Chester's years of bank transfers, the insurance policies he purchased, and a record of Florence transferring 300,000 dollars to the truck driver's wife under the guise of personal compensation. Marigold was the friend who had worked at a bank. These underhanded dealings didn't escape her scrutiny. The truth quickly hit me like a bucket of ice water. Marigold said to me, "Ivy, I've been waiting for you. If a man breaks your heart, come back to me. Let's spend our lives together." We had known each other for over two decades, and she often joked like that. Back then, I would laugh along and tease her, saying, "

“Do you?” “I also gladly take you back”, I smiled, and he leaned to join his lips with mine, taking my breath slowly as I held onto him like my dear life depended on it. The kiss was slow and passionate as he softly caressed my back as I surrendered to him. “That was for the stolen kiss at the event”, he whispered against my lips and I smiled against his, taking in the freshness of his minty breath “You must admit I did one hell of a job there”, I joked, patting myself on the shoulder, and he laughed

He took Ste by the hand, pulled him off his chair and back up to the wall. ‘Is it a trick?’ Ste wondered as he stared into Jamie’s eyes. ‘Are you going to hurt me if I try to kiss you?’ Ste leaned in and placed a tentative kiss on Jamie’s lips. It was just how he envisioned it, which in itself was weird. Usually things were better in his imagination. Gaining confidence, Ste pressed up against Jamie and kissed him like he’d always dreamed of. Passionately and deeply. As Jamie slowly pulled away from the kiss he bit down on Ste’s bottom lip. At first, it was a gentle bite, and Ste assumed he would let go.

He stops, and leans down to my height. He kisses me, a soft kiss. I smile against his mouth. He smiles back. He knows this is all I have been thinking about. “Especially stalker.” he whispers. “Then kiss me again, my Stalker.” He doesn’t get the chance. A scream pierces through the air. Jazz.

Then the smirk returned. “I am not hurting you. Have I ever raised my hands on you, doll?” he whispered. “I worship you. I'm a very possessive man when it comes to you, so I'm just molding you for my liking. That’s the difference.” With that, he kissed her again—violently, possessively, hungrily. It wasn’t a kiss of love; it was a reminder. A claim. His tongue was forceful, his teeth biting at her lips like he wanted to consume her. And she just lay there, tears leaking from her eyes, wrists bound, heart shattered.

I had never seen that much money in my life. When something falls from the sky, it’s usually not a good thing. But this time, it was too big. Hesitating for even a second would’ve been an insult to myself. So I stayed by David’s side and became his sugar baby for three years. Between David and me, it couldn’t really be called a breakup. If you wanted to be precise, it would be a “breach of contract”. Just as I was calculating how much compensation I would have to pay, David suddenly spoke.

I said and turned to go to my room. Since the night that I gave her a kiss by her door, we have been having our meals together and when no one is looking I steal a few kisses from her. Oh so I thought until I saw Maria catch us one day. She has been over the moon but, the sweetest part is Mika sometimes pulls me back for a longer kiss. That girl has me feeling and doing some strange things I never saw or thought I would do.