We Kiss In The Shadows Novels & Stories

The rhythm was carried into the air as the wind blew and the leaves rustled around her. Soon, she heard footsteps coming towards her. She looked onto the left and she saw a shadow of the man walking towards her. The silhouette was familiar to her and when the man stepped under the dim streetlight, she held her breathe. It was Anthony. He was still wearing the suit he wore for the party but the mild breeze messed up his hair, though it increase his masculinity. "You should not be here," he said with his husky voice. Sydnee was confused. "You are here either. What are you doing out there?" Then she took a peek in the dark where he came from.

Their eyes met. Closing the gap between them, their lips interlocked, a connection that was soft and hesitant at first. Nicholas felt electricity coursing through him as he deepened the kiss, the world around them fading away. Their hearts beat in sync, a symphony of emotions expressed through this gentle and passionate embrace.

Alessia Volkov His lips tasted like every memory I wanted to forget but couldn’t. Like war and surrender, like promises whispered in the dark and sins I’d chosen to commit. When Nikolai kissed me, it wasn’t just lips brushing — it was a claim. Brutal. Tender. Absolute. And I let him.

The smells grew strong as my brothers and sisters chanted. “In a Macabre Waltz they twist and twine, Chains of despair in a haunting design. In the silent waltz of the night’s embrace, Whispering doom, each step a chilling trance. In the waltz of echoes, memories splinter, Souls shatter, lost in the void’s sinister winter. In the palace halls, where secrets steep, The eldest princess’ curse, her word to keep”

But she couldn’t ignore the eyes on her - curious, judgmental, hungry. One woman leaned close to another and whispered, “She’s the new one.” Amara pretended not to hear. At one point, Vanessa appeared across the room, dressed in silver. Their eyes met briefly - a silent warning, maybe a threat. She raised her glass in a mock toast, lips curling. Amara looked away. When Damian’s hand touched the small of her back, she flinched. The contact was light, guiding her through the crowd, but the gesture sent heat shooting up her spine.

he added, a smile in his voice. “Just wanted to feel you,” Carine said. “Do all the feeling you wish,” Vanadine said, stirring the drinks. The sensual but acrid bite of coffee reached her nose and she sucked in a deep breath, savouring the aroma. Vanadine turned in her arms, pulling her close and she looked up into his dark-chocolate eyes, falling into them as he leaned down and kissed her. Who cares about his secrets when he can kiss like this? Unfortunately for Carine she found she did.

I was wrapped in his muscular arms as we kissed. The room was dark and the spotlight was on us. His tongue gently stroked my lips and I smiled against his before letting him in. The darkness soon faded and we were now in a bedroom. He pulled away slowly and I then realized that he was fading. I desperately tried to grab him but his disappeared. I then realized someone coming out from the shadows and I gasped as she smirked wickedly at me and he appeared behind her with his arms around her waist kissing her deeply. Tears began to flow down my face until images of them circled me and I screamed out his name 'Xavier!'

Thought he’d shove me away, vanish into the shadows. Instead he kissed me. It wasn’t love. It was war. His mouth crushed against mine, bruising, devouring. I tasted blood—his or mine, I couldn’t tell. His body pressed into me, heat and shadow, strength that could shatter bone but trembled like he was the one afraid. I kissed him back because I had no choice, because every part of me had been waiting for this, even knowing it might kill me.

Curious, he entered to discover a young woman dusting the sofas. Having just completed her cleaning duties, Caitlin decided to give the sofas one final dusting. Mesmerized by her singing, Kane stood there listening attentively, almost as if he were under a spell. With a smile on his face, he approached her slowly, eager to catch a glimpse of the mysterious woman with such an angelic voice. Startled, Caitlin noticed a shadow looming over her and turned around. They found themselves face to face, and the smile vanished from Kane's face as he immediately recognized her.

The Bloodmoon Pack’s territory pulsed with an uneasy stillness as the group moved deeper into its forest, the towering pack house a distant silhouette against the pre-dawn sky. The first rays of dawn struggled to pierce the dense canopy, casting faint golden streaks across the earth. Aurora Wildheart’s jet-black wolf form glided through the underbrush, her silver eyes gleaming with heightened awareness. The sinister energy she, Maya, and Kira had sensed upon entering the territory—a cold, clawing presence—surged stronger now, wrapping around her like a suffocating mist. The mission to uncover the Nightshade Pack’s secrets had taken on a visceral urgency, and the forest itself seemed to hum w