Tina Kiss Novels & Stories

Kevin rubbed her hair. Rina feels uncomfortable with the presence of that forceful man inside the Sweet Kiss Nightclub. She tries to hide herself by tying her hair in bun style. She added a tattoo sticker on her left cheek, not sure if it works out to camouflage herself though. Kevin only laughed at Rina panicked actions, he pinched his junior flustered face. "Ouch!" Rina pouted. "You're so cute Rina, I can glomp you" Kevin still pinching his cheek.

“That's not what yesterday said. When you were wailing in his arms, telling him how you hate the distance between you both and how much you'd love to kiss him all day long, stay naked at night with him dig—” “Oh stop stop! I don't want to hear it anymore.” My eyes squeezed, hands on my ears to stop from hearing any further as I cringed my life out, embarrassed than I'd ever been. Tina burst into a laugh so loud, it drew the attention of some nearby. “Okay okay, I'm just joking about the sex part, but the kiss talk totally happened.” I couldn't help the head shake as I dropped my hands. “You've made me lose my appetite.”

Sides of her breasts -- a barely-there graze that made Linda's nipples throb, made her body cry to be held, to be taken, to be fucked or forgiven. But Tina only leaned in, her lips just beside Linda's ear now. "We'll try something softer," she murmured. And her hand, still resting at Linda's side, traced the lower edge of her breast again --slow... patient... deliberate. Then she stepped back. No kiss. Only the burn. Tina moved with calm precision, her hips swaying subtly beneath her black trousers as she turned back to the silk-draped shelf. Her fingers drifted across lace, mesh, and straps until they paused -- deliberate something darker, bolder. on

Kai’s jaw tightened, their passionate kiss—Gianna’s fire, their brief surrender—a spark that burned through his focus. Gianna Moretti stood by a window, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp as she monitored comms. Her arm graze was a faint ache, her unconfessed secret—Alessio’s order to steal Castellano intel—a weight. Their kiss, Kai’s hands on her, had cracked her walls, but vulnerability scared her, her heart a battlefield. She glanced at Kai, their bond a fire, their trust tested by the burner phone, now a distant shadow.

I shook my head while fidgeting nervously with my fingers, "No, he didn't." She forcefully pulled out a chair, slammed the small white bottle onto the table, and then produced a pair of handcuffs. With a sharp click, she fastened them around my wrists.

Tina just stared up at the naked older woman with a look of nervousness and slight fear on her face. Stephanie began to worry again, but then Tina asked, "Why did you kiss me yesterday, Stephanie?" Stephanie smiled warmly down at the younger girl, as she answered, "Because I wanted to kiss you, sweetheart. You are very kissable." Tina seemed to think about her answer and then asked, "But why?" Stephanie tilted her head slightly, as she answered, "I've wanted to kiss you for a very long time, Tina. You are a very sweet, intelligent, and attractive young lady. Did the kiss make you uncomfortable or disgusted, sweetheart?"

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

"You're dead. I watched you die." The woman stepped forward, and there was something almost like amusement in her expression. "No, you watched me disappear," she said. "There's a difference." She extended her hand to Elena. "My name is Katarina Volkova. I'm your sister. I've been alive the entire time. I've just been very, very hidden." Anastasia stepped forward protectively. She asked the question everyone needed answered: "Are you here to kill us or help us?" Katarina looked at Anastasia, then at Lena, then at Dominic who'd positioned himself slightly between them.

But she never treated us like we were less. “Alpha Kevin is going to faint when he sees you,” Chloe teased. “You think?” I squealed. Tina made a gag sound. “You two are embarrassing.” I threw a shirt at her. “Ouch,” she laughed. “She’s allergic to love,” Chloe said. “I’m not allergic to love,” Tina said. “I believe in deep love. Just not romance. Romance is overrated. Just vibes and heartbreak. I’ll pass. I just hope Alpha Kevin isn’t like the rest.”

"You knew about Thomas and me the whole time. Why pretend otherwise? Was this just to humiliate me in front of everyone? You disgust me." I smiled, though my eyes were cold with disappointment. "I don't have the time or mood to entertain you." Then I looked at Eva. "Mrs. Jenkins, you really went all out for this, didn't you?" Eva's eyes darted nervously, but she forced herself to stay calm. "I have no idea what you're talking about. One video proves nothing. For all we know, it could have been fabricated." Without indisputable evidence, she would never admit a thing.