The Kissing Booth Book 1 Novels & Stories

She rushed back to the young man and handed him the inhaler. He immediately took it, thanked her, and ran out of the house. She stood by the door, half of her body outside. She stretched her neck a little to see the person in the car. All her efforts proved abortive as the person she was trying so hard to see was facing the other way. She could only see his honey blond hair and his right hand. He appeared to be reading a book before the asthma attack. Her lips curved into a smile when she saw the name of the book he was reading. It was her second published novel 'EVERYONE HAS A LIL SIDE OF CRAZINESS.' She wrote the book when she moved into her apartment with her three closest friends. Stayin

Julie smiled and nodded, "Me too ... I'd love to work for you here, and I get to go to The Rockabillies every now and then.." He was beaming in delight, "I'd take you there anytime ... oh and that book shopping you requested, I can take you there this week, you need to fill those shelves I've prepared in your room" She giggled, she hadn't had the time to read a single book since she got there, she knew it was time to buy some books. She took a bite of her chocolate cake dessert when a strand of hair blew over her face. Nathan reached for it and tucked them behind her ear. The look in his eyes made her look away, her heart pounded faster. The midnight kiss surfaced in her mind. It was suppose

“I keep thinking about last night. How you felt in my bed. How you let me hold you until the sun almost came up. I want more of that. Every night.” “Elias,” I breathed, heart racing. “Not here.” “Just one kiss,” he murmured. “Quick. No one will see.” Before I could protest, his lips brushed mine — soft at first, then deeper, his tongue teasing the seam of my mouth. I melted into it for three dangerous seconds, tasting coffee and the faint salt of his skin. His hand tightened on my waist, possessive, clingy, like he was afraid I’d pull away. A voice outside the booth made us freeze.

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” “It should,” she said. “Because now the story makes sense.” There again… “story”. I’m really starting to dislike that word. Like my life had somehow turned into something people could pick apart and explain like it belonged to them. I ended the call after a bit and lowered my phone slowly, then looked at Damon. “Well,” I said, “I guess this just got more complicated.” “If anything,” he said, “it got easier.” I frowned. “Easier?” “You have a reason now,” he replied. “People won’t question the kiss as much.”

His breath brushed my cheek. My pulse drowned out every thought. The air between us was electricity...sharp, hot, dangerous. His hand lifted like he almost wanted to touch me back. Almost. My heart was about to lunge out of my chest... "Fuck it." I whispered as I began kissing him. The Kiss was slow, until he grabbed my ass and forcefully kept me on the bed. I curved my legs around him and kept on kissing him, feeling his full lips and enjoying every touch. God! I miss this Man.

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.

Leaning forward, he kissed her neck, his lips igniting sensations within her. Cassie felt her mouth go dry as she inhaled the sweet scent of his body, her nerves tingling with anticipation. It was her first time, and she couldn't help but feel nervous. As Anderson licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance, Cassie gasped for air, trying to relax into the kiss. Anderson deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth as Cassie felt herself succumbing to his touch. With each moment, she felt more and more enveloped in passion, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection.

What makes Larissa Justice tick? The first thing I thought, the first thing I wanted to know. At first, who kissed me? Why couldn't I get her out of my head? Why did she trigger my curiosity? I'd had a couple of kisses, both stolen and given, but none had left a mark like the brief one I would never classify as a kiss. Still, I liked it. Then I perceived her scent. She bumped into me and fled. Why would she flee? My mental data ruled it down to five girls. Two were not on the school premises at the particular minute of the kiss, one, was too shy to ever make such a step. One was too nonchalant to run away, the other confident in her beauty though would never see me as a love interest. It lef

I am already working on two other books, and though I cannot promise when each will be ready, I want to share my vision with you — the stories waiting patiently to be born, the worlds I am eager to open for you: Kiss of His Betrayal (Davina & Damon – Book 1) Kiss of a Fallen Star (Eva & Ryan – Book 2) Kiss of Lies and Fire (Jacob & Amara – Book 3) Kiss of His Redemption (Jenny, Jacob & Michael – Book 4) Kiss of Hidden Truths (Alex & Naina – Book 5) Each of these stories carries its own heartbeat, its own secrets, its own fire. Together, they form a universe of love, betrayal, redemption, and truth — a saga I cannot wait to share with you.

The Lizzy he knew was very good at kissing, and they would have a hot kiss. "Kiss me back," asked Asher. Cerise's heart raced. All the blood seemed to run under her feet. She covered her eyes as Asher sucked her lower lip and sucked her tongue. It was disgusting at first, but Cerise tried to move. She took turns sucking Asher's tongue. The man smiled. Even though she was amateur and stiff, Asher felt like he was reunited with Lizzy. Asher pushed Lizzy's body against the wall and squeezed the girl's hair, and it was like he was teaching Lizzy how to kiss.