Wednesday Kisses Novels & Stories

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

He can taste the sweetness of her lips, the softness of it. Gradually, the woman stopped as the man kissed her. She shut her eyes close and respond to his kisses. Although he did not know, he followed the movement of its lips. Tonight, that's their first kiss. A first kiss full of love, between an angel and a demon. Almost every well -known surname attended Hades ’grand birthday party. Even well -known artists were there as well and some big -name senators in the country. As Khione requested, some of Hades' friends also attended his birthday. It's his 24th birthday, and everyone's excited to see the handsome Hades.

I felt like I had caught him, he must have slacked in his cooked stories. "You said you want to take it back without shedding blood. That's why we are using the Kiss Of Vengeance. Alpha Jake has kissed your hand four times already, we need six more to go." He still found a way out and I felt marveled. He was good at this. "Kiss Of Vengeance?" I asked as that was the part that marveled me the most in his new development. "I see that you do not believe me and I'm sure that your memory will still come back. Until then, I'll let you do whatever you want." He stood up from the bed, walking out but he couldn't stop turning back to look at me.

The stench of blood and terror clung to the air. I went to the first man, the weaker one, the one whose whimpers had filled the room for the past two days. He did not glance at me. Coward! With dramatic caution, I leaned forward, my lips grazing his cheek as I kissed him. Then another on the other cheek. And then one on his forehead. A blessing. A farewell. I inhaled and took a step back, cocking my head to look at what I'd created. Red lipstick stained his sweaty, pale face.

I caress her butt, pressing her against my very hard cock. She pushes me away. - You got what you wanted. Now we have a deal. I wipe my lips. - When do we see each other again? - What do you mean, when do we see each other again? We're not finished. You got your kiss. You don't talk about it anymore, I don't talk about it anymore. I need your help tomorrow. I have exercises to do. - Alright, I'll be there. We part and I go home. Three days later

The kind of warning you gave someone you expected to ignore because the real plan was already moving before the message arrived. Dominic's arm shifted. He said something low in his sleep that might have been her name. She looked at him in the dark. The cut on his jaw. The slow rise of his chest. Eleven minutes. That was how long she had stood on that corner before his car turned onto the street three years ago. She had thirty days now. For the first time in her career, the math didn't feel like enough. Her phone lit up again. Another message from Reza. No photograph. Just three words that pushed the air slowly out of her lungs.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

This would be a long day today. It is Saturday and they don't have classes. This is the day of the week when she will be drowned with house chores. Klarisse somehow is obsessed with cleanliness, she doesn't want to see any dust in all places. But given the condition of their house, her efforts of cleaning is futile. Dust seems to settle immediately even after wiping them off. And so, at the end she'll still receive those crispy mouthful of tirade from Klarisse. She wants everything squeky cleaned but leaving all the work to her. How charming, was her resigned thought.

Cercei can feel herself getting angry so she gets out of the car and slams the door. “Why are you doing this?” she asks. “It's punishment for kissing me without my permission” he says. “Well you kissed me without my permission too” she half-yells. “Well now we're even” he says. He winks at her one last time and then he just drives off. She's left standing at an empty bus stop, pissed and stranded. She's not even sure there’s a bus coming, she's really just ready for this whirlwind of a night to be over. She reaches into her purse for her phone.

" He placed a set of keys into my hand, kissed my neck quickly, and left in a hurry. I found his retreating figure laughable. I wondered what that even meant. A week later, I wore my wedding dress and walked down the aisle with Andy. Sitting in the Rolls-Royce, I stared at the bouquet in my hands, lost in thought. I realized I was cherished by someone, too. I would need to forget Mark from that day onward. Andy held me close, afraid I might feel uncomfortable in any way. I gently leaned against him, closed my eyes, and listened to his heartbeat. Suddenly, my restless heart calmed down.