The Kiss Curse Novels & Stories

I had promised myself after my breakup with David that I would never have anything to do with any guy again for the rest of my life. But here I am, kissing a man I barely know and pushing him closer to me like a chick to its mother hen. His hands moved down from my back and cupped my bosom in possession; and the way his hands pressed and lingered there told me he had wanted to do that for a long time.

And I hate him for being right. The kiss comes before I can think. Soft at first, full of regret—like he knows this might be the first and last time. Our lips meet in careful acknowledgment, then ignite. His hands find my waist, pulling me flush against him, and my chest burns with his nearness. And I kiss him back. Not because I’m weak. But because, in the most painful way, I want to. I want to believe our bond is stronger than any curse. That his touch could save me from whatever waits in the dark.

My lips trembled, my heart raced, and my hands clung to his shirt. “I—” Before I could finish, he kissed me. His lips were warm, soft, and desperate. My mind screamed at me to stop, but my heart didn’t listen. I kissed him back, my arms wrapping around his neck. The kiss deepened, grew intense, almost like we were both pouring out everything we had kept inside. For once, I didn’t care about the curse. I didn’t care about my plan. I didn’t care about anything except the way he made me feel.

Feeling my collar, she grabbed it pulling me closer and kissed me passionately. “I missed you,” she said between her breaths. Must she include verbal sweetness to make the curse stronger? It was working as my heart raced following her rhythm. With her body against the wall, I showered her with kisses down her neck and chest. It didn’t feel good to use her lips; I didn’t want the curse to become stronger and it was already making me crazy.

There was only him, his mouth moving against mine like he had been starving, like he had been holding back for far too long. My wolf surged. Not stirred. Not whispered. She surged, wild and euphoric, crashing through me with undeniable certainty. “Mate.” The word rang through my bones, sharp and clear, and my body answered it instantly. Heat flared, pulse roaring, something ancient locking into place deep inside me. I kissed him back without thinking, without fear, without restraint, and the moment stretched dangerously thin. Then he froze. His body went rigid against mine, the kiss breaking abruptly as he pulled away with a harsh sound torn from his throat. His hand flew to his neck, finger

I mumbled. “What's a kissing spell?” he sounded curious. “Oh, that?” I laughed faintly, “Just a family curse… In short, I kissed you. Now, if you don't kiss me back before my 30th birthday, I will die… or I can give up on my magic…” I chuckled and looked at him. He became serious. He moved closer to me. “Is that all? All I have to do is kiss you?” he slowly leaned over me. “N-no…” I gulped seeing his face inches away from mine, “You… would have to feel something towards me… The kiss should carry equally intense emotions… as the ones I felt when I gave you mine…”

“They’re unbreakable.” “This one has a loophole,” I explain, holding my hands out in surrender. When he arches a brow, I explain how the shifter I rescued from the village, the only person who hadn’t fallen under the curse, for whatever reason, turned out to be a witch who was given full knowledge about the curse that befell the princess. Ashton’s bright, cutting laugh splits the air in the dining hall. “True love’s first kiss? Kael, be serious.” “I know–”

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

he added, “However, if the caster is dead and the effects show up after a month has passed but the affected one isn’t treated on time within a span of 24 hours, the afflicted individual will have power imbalance, extreme pain at being touched, blindness, dumbness, deafness, difficulty in breathing, paralysis, extreme weight loss, appetite loss and finally die in a cruel and pitiable manner. This curse is called ‘Hades’ Kiss',”

, she said and smiled brightly towards him. She touched his face and give him a slight kiss. She gazed at his eyes full of love and passion. She grabbed his hand towards her waist and whispered. “I am not going anywhere my love”, she uttered using her seductive voice. “are you still mad at me?”, she smiled. “you can see the real me, right?”, Kur boldly asked. “yes, I do”, she replied. Kur was lost now. He didn’t know what to do. How can Kris kiss her with passion while seeing his ugly face?