When Lies Kissed Romance Novels & Stories

"Sorry, Honey. I shouldn't have lied to you. Actually, the plants in the bag in my room weren't Love Vines. Those are Soul-Binding Vines that a curse caster uses." When a person was cursed with it, they would develop a strong infatuation with the caster. That was why so many of the male employees at the company were obsessed with Tracy and Tracie!

About how tired he was of pretending. I told him I didn’t want to be anyone’s escape. I wanted to be chosen. He whispered, “Then I choose you. Every version of you. Every flaw. Every fear.” We became inseparable. Our first kiss was under the rain, not the gentle kind that drizzles no, it was the heavy, all consuming kind. The kind that baptized you into something new. I laughed as I slipped in the mud. He caught me. And kissed me. Slow. Intense. Final. Like he had been holding his breath until that moment.

It was Gaia. After our kiss last night, I found myself thinking about her for the most of today. It was the first time ever that I had kissed her and I wondered why I had waited this long. She was so small and with her in my arms, it felt natural and relaxing. I messed up. I messed being time and I know. But now, I'm trying to make amends for it. I could only hope that she lets me. “Let’s stop by the flower shop to pick up some roses.” I told the driver.

"Leo, even if it's just out of pity, can you honestly say you don't feel anything for me? I really love you! Please, Leo!" I remained silent for a long time before finally raising my arms to embrace her. She immediately tilted her head up to kiss me, and her soft lips pressed against the corners of mine. Meanwhile, I didn't refuse her. The atmosphere became increasingly heated, and the two of us passionately kissed before falling onto the bed. Most of our clothes were already stripped from our bodies. Before I entered Eliza, I picked up my phone and sent a message to Aria. "Dear, there are things to do at the company. I'll be back at night."

After we entered the house, he skillfully leaned down to kiss me, his hands wandering over my body. The scent of Monica's perfume on him made me feel sick to my stomach, and I pushed him away. I said, "Let's not. I just finished the housework, and I'm all sweaty. I haven't showered yet." A flash of disgust crossed his eyes, though he quickly masked it and replied with feigned patience, "It must've been tiring for you, honey. You should let the housekeeper handle the chores from now on."

she hissed and slowly slid her hands down towards his belt buckle whilst leaning closer. “Do you ever think of anything aside from sex?" Kim leaned in further and placed a light kiss on his lips. "Don't you love it that way?" She purred and reached into his already unbuttoned trouser and began fumbling with his manhood. She placed another kiss on his lips and stared into his eyes, a smile playing at her lips as she noticed a brief movement from him. “Don't resist—" he grabbed her by the throat and engaged her in an intense, hungry passion.

It wasn't conquest; it was communion, his touch igniting sparks along her nerves, awakening desires she'd buried under layers of trust and betrayal. Memories of past affections paled, Thorne's caresses now mere shadows against this vivid blaze. Riven explored with a patience that built layers of heat, his lips softening then firming, coaxing responses she hadn't known she craved. Her fingers curled into his collar, holding on as waves of emotion crashed—fury at the lies, a tentative hope blooming in the cracks. The kiss stretched, time dissolving into the rhythm of their shared exhales, the car's gentle sway adding to the intimacy.

she whispers loudly, “blink twice.” Alexander laughs softly through the speaker again. I hate both of them. “Tomorrow,” Alexander says smoothly before I can disconnect. “Nine a.m. Don’t be late, sweetheart.” Then the line goes dead. I stare at my phone in disbelief. The audacity. “The sweetheart thing would absolutely work on me by the way,” Emily says helpfully. I glare at her. She drops dramatically into the chair opposite my desk. “So,” she says excitedly, “office romance?” “There is no romance.”

“Don’t stop.” He leaned in and kissed me. It started slow—just lips—but it didn’t stay that way. His mouth opened against mine and the kiss turned deeper, hungrier. One hand stayed on my breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. The other slid around my back and pulled me closer until my bare chest pressed against his shirt. I made a small sound into his mouth. My knees felt weak. He broke the kiss just long enough to speak against my lips. “You taste nervous.” “I am nervous.”

"Helena, your daughter died such a miserable death. "That day? Blake was with me, completely lost in it. I saw your call. "But I hung up. Then I turned off my phone. Are you angry?" The next second, her wrist tilted. Hot coffee splashed out, spilling directly over the portrait. Lily's smiling face blurred instantly. "Oh no, my hand slipped." Victoria covered her mouth in mock surprise, her eyes filled with malicious delight. The last thread of my restraint snapped. "You're just itching to die."