Travis Kelce Kiss Marry Kill Novels & Stories

“You may now kiss the bride,” Killian didn’t need to be told twice. He stepped forward and cupped her cheeks with both hands. He brought her face up to him and leaned down to meet her lips. Electricity coursed through her veins as Killian kissed her slowly and deeply. Killian had kissed her plenty of times before, but this one felt different. This was a culmination of his steadfastness, perseverance, and love. This is everything. “Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to present for the first time as husband and wife, Killian and Audrey Vanderbilt!”

Not to kiss. But to whisper: “Because you don’t know what he’s capable of… But I do. And he doesn’t want to kill you, Jacob He wants to replace you.” That night… Jacob couldn’t sleep. Again. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, Leo beside him, motionless. Gabriel’s words echoed like knives in his chest. He didn’t marry you. He married a ghost with your face. Jacob turned. Leo was watching him. Their eyes met in the dark.

She winks as she continues to descend but I’ve already decided that we would pause here. I take a step before her and kneel on one knee before her. My heart is racing like crazy as realization dawns on her and her eyes widen. I hear collective gasps around us and lowered voices murmuring “Kayla Frisks. You’ve always been the one for me. I fell in love with you before I knew your name. I think of you and then I know you’re the one for me. No one else would ever hold my heart the way you do. When I met you, I knew I met my match. You pulled the rag from under my feet and put me on yours. I know I don’t deserve someone like me, but would you settle for me? I love you so fucking much, Kayla Fris

“Let’s forget about the past, Kelly. Let’s start a new life. You, me, Snow and our new baby. My best friend, my girlfriend, my ex-wife, will you be my wife again? I’ll marry you in any way possible.” I chuckled and nodded at him while biting my trembling lips. He shook his head and held my hand. “Word, Kelly. I need your word.” “Yes…” I whispered and smiled again. “Yes, Pierce. Let’s get married again. Let’s stop this chase and start out forever.” He smiled and slipped the ring on my finger. I saw a lone tear escaping his eyes before he hugged me and kissed my hair. He immediately pulled away and held my chin before he claimed my lips in a deep and passionate kiss that I really missed so bad

“Better than the rest of us? That you’re gonna get revenge for what happened? You’re a fool.” Then came the slap. It wasn’t even about pain anymore. I barely felt it. I stood straight. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. “I don’t have dreams,” I said quietly. “Just things I have to do.” “Good,” she spat, then turned and left me alone. I rolled my shoulders. I’d spent sixteen years under her roof, learning to swallow pain, to stay quiet, to wait. I wouldn’t wait much longer. The whole village was buzzing with news: Prince Lucien Devereux was throwing a grand ball… to choose a bride.

He declares, staring into my eyes. “Oh, I have forgotten everything with you two. Shayla, do you take Cole to be your husband?” Elvis asks, and I nod. “I do.” “Cole, do you take Shayla—” “I do.” Elvis sighs and rolls his eyes chuckling. “He did this the last time too. I didn’t finish the question yet, son.” He states, and I laugh at his eagerness along with everyone else in the room. “I’ll accept, without further ado by the power vested in me and the state of Nevada; I pronounce you husband and wife.” Cole and I grin at one another. “You may kiss your—.” Cole doesn’t even wait for him to finish his sentence before he pulls me close and draws my lips to his, kissing me slow and deep. I moan a

"Come on, honey. A little excitement doesn't mean I don't love you. I'll settle down after this trip, I promise. You'll always be my wife—I'm never leaving you." How ridiculous. Men and their empty words. I hung up and blocked his number. … A few days later, Melanie's social media lit up again. There she was, wrapped in Steven's arms beneath the dazzling northern lights, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Her caption read: [Someone who loves you will always fulfill your wishes, step by step.]

She asked. They turned their heads away. WE ARE NOT HUNGRY. Daniela sighed inwardly. Back in the upper deck, Killian stared at the sea underneath. Her words echoed in his ear. She chose another man, but he really didn't care, because at the end, she'll fall back into his arms. Killian pulled out his phone and dialed a number. The call connected after some seconds. “Mr. Grafton, what can I help you with?” Killian looked up at the night sky. “Draft a marriage agreement contract for me. I'll let you know when I need it.”

I looked up, extending a hand which he took in a strong grip. “Hey man. Thanks for turning up at the last minute.” I said and he patted me on the back, taking the seat next to me. He tilted his head, eyeing my phone as I flipped it face down on the bar. “Is she the one?” He asked. From what I remembered, Kev wasn’t exactly the one-woman type even if he was married. He was a player and changed women like he changed his cars. That he bothered to show up surprised me.

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it