The Kiss Thief Novels & Stories

I kissed the man I love with all my heart and soul. The kiss is soft and sweet, full of love. I slowly climb into his lap as I hold his face in my hands. I wrap my right hand around his head, threading my fingers through his hair and gripping his head. I kiss him with everything I have. My tongue twirls around his, tasting him, tasting his kiss. A kiss I thought I wouldn't feel again. My tongue brushes along the roof of his mouth, searching every crevice as I hungrily devour him. I suck his lower lip into my mouth, running my tongue along his lip before gently biting down, and earning a growl as Thaddeus squeezes me tighter against him. Thaddeus's hand slides down to my ass, and squeezes it,

The frown was turning into a scowl. “...first kiss.” Mykhol’s voice was too low for even Naska to hear. “My lord?” Naska stepped closer to better hear him over the music. She eyed the plate of food- there was a lot of meat but all over cooked. “Did you say something?” “Thief.” Mykhol twitched an eye as the giant made Ana squeal. “Thief?” Nasak turned to follow his gaze. “Who is a thief?” “I wanted to be her first …” Mykhol continued mumbling.

His lips curved into a smirk. "I can never forget the jewel thief who stole my heart," Ares teased. THE END.

Rashka commanded, his voice dark with malice. Rashka moved through the field, his eyes cold and calculating, ready for the reason he was there. Destruction. His title as the Alpha with the Kiss of Death was well-earned. He approached each of the enemy soldiers, gripping them by their hands. They immediately lose their will once they come in contact with Rashka's touch, kneeling at his feet. Rashka leans in and places a deadly kiss on them. The soldiers' eyes widened in horror before they collapsed, lifeless, to the ground.

Then he lowered his head and kissed me deeply and passionately. “Edna Jones was right after all,” I said, breaking the kiss for a bit. “What did she say?” Chase asked. “Just kiss me, Chase Maddox,” I responded. And he took my lips and kissed me like his life depended on it. THE END!

"...you are going to make me a king." He did not wait for a response. His mouth crashed down on mine, hungry and completely ruthless. The kiss was punishing, fueled by the adrenaline of the heist and the explosive fury vibrating between us. He swallowed my surprised gasp, his hands leaving the glass to grip my waist, pulling me impossibly closer to his chest. It was a kiss designed to silence my questions, to claim complete ownership, and to pull me so deep into his dark world that I would never find my way out again.

“But it’s a start.” With that, he reached out and gently touched my cheek. His fingers were warm and careful. Like he was holding something fragile for the first time. And then, without asking, without giving me time to stop him, Victor leaned in and kissed me gently and slowly. Like he had been holding that kiss in for years. My breath caught in my throat. It was a thief’s kiss. It stole the anger right out of me for one second. And as I felt his lips moving against mine… I was thinking if I should push him away or…

He put his palm on the wall as he moved closer to me and caged me in his strong arms, leaving me no space to escape. “Serena!” he spoke, bringing his lips close to my ear. Everything of his was intimidating including his hoarse voice. After all, he was the devil himself. “Hayden…” I couldn’t take proper breath as his fingers started to stroke my cheek. He clenched his jaw as he brought his finger close to my lips and his eyes darkened. The next thing he said scared me to the core. “I don’t understand if I should kiss you or kill you.” Though I was sure I wouldn’t die in his hands, I could not stop shivering. I looked into his tear-filled eyes which were gleaming with millions of emotions. He

“You think you can?” “I’d rather die trying than let them turn you into something you’re not.” She stared at him. And then, without warning, kissed him. Not soft. Not gentle. It was fierce. Desperate. A claiming. He groaned, pulling her into his lap, the bond flaring between them like a flame touched to oil. She tasted like wildfire and defiance. But just as quickly as it began, she pulled away, panting. “I can’t stay hidden anymore,” she whispered. “I’m not just some cursed rogue, Ronan. I’m Hollowborn. I’m… an heir to something old and terrifying. And I think Kale wants me to wear that crown.”

“If it’s another dead animal, I’m lighting you on fire.” “Lesson learned,” I muttered, then revealed the flower. A single flamepetal, its orange-red glow still faintly pulsing. “Rare, sacred to witches, grows only during solstice droughts. I had to hike halfway up Blackthorn Hill to get it.” She blinked. “You brought me a flamepetal?” “Well,” I said. “I didn’t climb a hill for my health.” She crossed her arms. “So is this flirting or apologizing?” “Both,” I said without missing a beat.