The Lipstick Killer Novels & Stories

♤ Avi pov♤ I confessed to her but till now iam scared to confess her because I thought she will leave if I confess but to my surprise she confessed back she called me her prince charming when I saw her smile her pink lips made me more crazy I cant control myself anymore so i sealed my lips on her lips but they are too soft it is making me more crazier as I did it suddenly she didn't know how to react but she didnt kissed me back I thought she dont want it so I thought to stop but when I seen she is enjoying the kiss I kissed more and more but iam being too gentle i started sucking her lips she gripped her hand on my shirt I slowly bit her lower lip when she opened her lips I entered my to

Her lips sealed tight around the shaft, milking every spasm. After that, the world around me returned in fragments. I forced my eyes open and watched as she pulled her mouth away with a soft, wet sound. There was a single glistening thread of spit stretching between her lower lip and the head of my cock before breaking. She wiped her lip with the back of her hand and sat back on her heels, her breathing as steady as mine was shattered. Her small, knowing smile spread across her face. I reached down and traced the line of her jaw with my thumb, the salt of my own release still faint.

He only stood there, one shoulder near the bookcase, his dark hair falling slightly over his forehead, his lip faintly bleeding, and a smear of my lipstick on his mouth. My lipstick. I stared at the mark. His thumb was still near his lip, but he did not wipe it away. Instead, he lowered his hand slowly, as if letting the criminal evidence stay alive. I felt my eyes narrow. “Shameless asshole.” He chuckled. I pointed at the security tablet on the desk. “I’m going to throw that at your head.” “That tablet is expensive.” “So are you. It won’t stop me.” “You already bit me.” “Warm-up.”

The question wasn't really a question at all, it was a statement of fact. Lexi blinked and shook her head, letting out a dramatic sigh that was clearly for show. "Of course not. Who am I to stand in the way of true, chaotic lust?" She waved a hand dismissively, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. "Just that I don't exactly appreciate you kissing off the lipstick I spent fifteen minutes perfecting." She pointed an accusatory finger at Jaxx. "That poor thing didn't even last thirty minutes on her face, Jaxx. You're a menace to my artistry."

I don't have friends - I am not sure if that is something that I should be proud of. Well, it's not like I don't try to approach my classmates or try to interact. It’s just that I have a weird smile. No, it's not the type of smile that involves weird and rotten teeth - I have perfectly white and straight teeth. You see, my smile is fatal and dangerous. Just one look at these weapons and even the ferocious growl of a mountain lion would seem harmless. If this were a comic, I would call this attack: The Killer Smile.

Nico yelled, firing a shot into the air. I chuckled darkly as an idea formed. I wouldn't beg for something I created. "I'll return for all of your heads," I declared, a scoff escaping my lips. "I never issue empty threats." "We'll be ready for you, killer," he said, locking his gaze onto mine. With a smirk, I walked away and climbed into Luciano's car, setting my course for his mansion. It was time to step into my power as a Donna. I held the steering hard as pictures of the stingers, my family betrayed me. They committed a grave mistake and they knew it. I would kill all of them, I'll survive without them, I always survive. I will kill them all. Once a killer, always a killer.

I then reached for the next artillery in my arsenal of vengeance; a classic red lipstick. In one of his extremely rare weak moments, Nicholas had once divulged to me that the reason he got turned on by a woman in red lipstick was because his mum whom he adored had always worn one. I never figured out if it was true or it was just the fact that his dick would rise for anything in red lipstick, but one thing I knew, red lipstick sealed the deal for Nicholas. I overlined my lips with a red lip liner to make them look even more pouty than they were before adding coat after coat of red lipstick till every inch of my lips was caked in it.

But it did mean something, it had to from the way she was slowly bringing it toward my nose for me to get a whiff of it. I obliged and sniffed it in loudly. As though my pain wasn't scorching enough, that one sniff intensified everything and I started coughing like I’d inhaled poison. I had of course, that lipstick had the one thing lethal enough to weaken me and that huge sniff was the worst thing I could've done while I was already helpless. My entire chest was heated as I kept coughing, struggling to hold on. For a split minute, I thought that I’d seen the light and my life was slipping away from me as I continued to cough, but of course, If a monster like me was dying, there would be no

His eyes darkened and he smirked. "I want to taste you," he whispered, triggering my heart to race. He moved fast, claiming me before I could blink. A brief gasp split my lips, and I welcomed him inside me, exploring me. He pushed down my sheets and positioned himself on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him, my fingers playing with his hair as our tongues intensified their dance. Then I felt something strange—a sharp sting on my lower lip and the metallic taste of blood.

"There’s no way I would have known she was allergic to those. No one told me. Besides, I only got them cause you did, how was I supposed to know that it was lethal to her?" “I think that should teach you to stop doing everything I do, it could get you killed.” I smirked. "Ah, yes," I smiled. "And so you ‘wondered’ your way over there too. I wonder what’s next?" I began smearing the lipstick across my lips in a rather orderly fashion, keeping it just at the middle of my lips, ensuring it was plumper there than elsewhere. "What are you talking about?" I shrugged. "Nothing. Just that you’re the most misinformed person I’ve ever met."