The Kissing Booth Novels & Stories

finally I woul- "Are you Rosebud52?" A deep voice floated into my ears and I needed a few seconds to reboot and learn how to speak again.Another thing about this club is that nobody uses their actual names, I guess it made people feel mysterious or something. And to drive further that *one night affair* policy a drug was injected into our system to dull our sense of smell-which was also the main way to find your mate-Though I doubt they cared people who came here weren't crazy about commitment.

he responded. I was making a big deal out of this, it wasn't his fault, I was falling for him. I apologized for what I said and he questioned to know if I was apologizing for liking him which I didn't respond. Nick was shivering, I gave him his jacket but he refused to have it, then I told him we could share it. What a foolish thing to do I thought, we sat closer and tried using the jacket for both of us. We held each other, at this point we were in each other arms, I felt warm. "Your heart, I can hear it," he said. I didn't respond, I loved the way he smells, I could feel his broad chest and the way he wrapped his hands around me made me feel safe. "I can also hear your heartbeat" I finally

Go get one in the stockroom, dear… " Kendra emphasized the word and looked at her meaningfully. Her sidekicks giggled as if on cue. Kara felt the chill as it crept in her spine remembering what happened to her in the stockroom. She immediately went to her chair and carried it out. As she was about to pass by the group, Sean threw his leg and she tripped on it. She felt a little thud, her head bumped to the tiled floor. "Oh, I never thought you're that clumsyyy! Here let me help you…" Kirk said as he offered his hand. He cannot stop himself from smiling. Kendra and her gang were laughing out loud and some of her classmates as well. She slapped his hand and stood slowly. She could fee

I gently reassured them, guiding them to the couch with promises that I'd join them shortly. Knox pulling me into the kitchen caught me off guard, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he acted. His lips met mine in a sudden, passionate kiss that vibrated like a spark igniting a flame. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, unspoken promises and deep-seated desires. I could feel the intensity of his emotions, a turbulent mix of love, fear, and hope, swirling in that single, passionate gesture.

They looked too good to resist. “God, you’re poison,” he groaned into my ear. I bit my lip without meaning to. “Biting your lip only makes me want to kiss you more.” He yearned. “Then do.” “I’ll be back soon,” he said again, loosening his grip and turning for the door,but stopped. And in the very next breath, he turned back, stormed toward me, and crushed his lips against mine. The kiss wasn’t gentle, at all. It was fire meeting gasoline, clashing and consuming. His hands gripped my face with a desperation that stole the breath right out of me.I clutched at his shirt, tugging him closer like I needed him to stay or I’d drown.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

He told her three days in advance. That was unusual. Dominic didn't plan things. He moved and she moved with him, that was the rhythm they had settled into without discussing it. So when he came home Wednesday and said "clear Friday night, just us, no phones", she filed it under notable and spent the next forty-eight hours wondering what had changed. Friday came. He took her to a place with no sign outside and a host who knew his name before he said it. Small table in the back. No guards inside two on the street, which she clocked without appearing to look. Candlelight. The kind of quiet that cost money.

for the first time, manga and webtoon characters didn't count. He wasn't a CEO… at least not yet. His name was Nick. He studied economics while I studied scriptwriting at the same University. He was handsome, ambitious, and self-confident. It wasn't clearly love at a first sight, but ended up loving each other and planning our future life together. Our first kiss happened on my 21st birthday. “I love you, Kass!” he called, right after I blew all the candles and our lips touched as a sign of the beginning of our “happy ever after”, or that was how I thought…

The man's tears increased which calmed the woman. "Chaos. I-I don't mean I'm going away, I-we can't talk anymore. We can still be friends--" "Friend?" The man laughed simply "So you treat me as a friend? Just a friend?" His gaze deepened on the woman. "Chaos, listen--" The woman's eyes widened when the man suddenly kissed her. It touched both of her cheeks and even more covered her entire lip. Khione had her eyes open, while Hades continue to savor the moment. He can taste the sweetness of her lips, the softness of it.

“These aren’t apology flowers, doofus, they’re a bundle full of I-want-you, guilt-trip flowers from a guy who won’t take no for an answer.” “Ooh.” Camille whistled as she winced. “That’s bad.” I had to nod, also cringing in sympathy. “Real bad.” Gabby glanced toward us, nodding as well, only to blink in surprise as she focused on my face. Her scowl faltered, but she couldn’t quite morph it into a smile. “Kaitlynn. Hey. What’re you doing here?” “Longingly gazing at all the pretty flowers,” I answered honestly. Then I motioned to the half-mangled bouquet she’d just banged onto the countertop. “Those are some awesome roses.”