When Lies Kissed Romance Novels & Stories

I was stunned, and quickly unlocked my phone. There were numerous missed calls from Nicholas, and my WhatsApp was filled with his messages. [What’s wrong with you, Beatrix? Why did you break the lease? [Are you still mad at me because of that mute girl? I’ve already explained everything to you! Why are you being so aggressive? [Look, I’ll pay the rent myself. Please come back, okay? [I’ve been in a coma for three years. I can’t control my emotions. Can you forgive me just once more? [Stop testing me, Beatrix. I promise I’ll marry you. Is that enough?]

And then, on purpose, she sat up, not caring about the pain. I tried to intervene, but before I could, she leaned in and kissed me. The world around us faded—the fire, the battle, the war. For a brief moment, it was just us. Her lips were soft against mine, warm despite the exhaustion weighing us down. I kissed her back, my fingers tightening around her waist. She pulled away slightly, her forehead resting against mine. “We’ll make them pay,” she whispered. I smirked. “Together.” Lily nodded. “Together.”

Did I just hear him mention Marriage? “Marry you?” “Yes! Marry me.” He repeated as if he had suggested something mere as changing my clothes. A sharp laugh escaped my lips. “Do you go around proposing to strange women all the time? Or I'm just lucky. And moreover, you barely know me.” “Well it only takes just a few minutes to get to know someone. In my world, I don't believe in luck, I believe in decisions. You need a fresh start. I need a wife for my personal reasons. It's a mutually beneficial deal”

“I couldn’t risk it.” She set her bag down. “You could have said that.” “I know.” He crossed the room and kissed her. It wasn’t the urgent, starved kiss of the office or the first hotel night. It was slower, deeper, and careful, as if he was reminding himself of the shape of her mouth after too many days without it. Elena’s hands fisted in the front of his shirt. He walked her backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed, then kept going until she was sitting and he was standing between her knees.

After a difficult labor took the life of my first son, I spent another three years undergoing IVF before finally giving my husband, Caspian Wyndham, a daughter. Unable to resist, I sent Caspian a photo of our daughter while he was still on his way back to us. But I had barely put down my phone when a livestream notification popped up. "Teaching My Fellow Girls How to Become Mothers Pain-Free, Live!" The blogger never showed her face, but her voice was unnaturally gleeful. "Six years ago, I personally created a new identity for my boyfriend and sent him off to save a depressed heiress. "Once they got fake-married and had a son, we planned to stage complications during labor, then have

Lisa's lips parted slightly, inviting. Sarah glanced at Alex, who nodded encouragingly. Then, she turned to Lisa and leaned in. Their lips met softly at first, a tentative kiss that tasted of wine and lipstick. Lisa's hand cupped Sarah's cheek, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened, tongues sliding against each other, wet and warm. Sarah's heart raced as she felt Lisa's breath quicken. The husbands watched, transfixed. Alex's pants grew tight as he saw his wife's mouth open for another woman. Mike shifted in his seat, his hand rubbing his growing bulge.

Her hands came up to my chest, not pushing me away, but clenching the fabric of my shirt as if she needed something to hold onto. Because I can’t let you go into that house alone, I said, my voice dropping an octave. And because I’m selfish enough to want to be the one you look at when the last lie is burned down. I leaned in, my mouth grazing hers in a kiss that wasn't about romance or soft promises. It was desperate and jagged, a collision of two people who had been lied to since birth. It tasted like salt and the end of the world. Her hands moved into my hair, pulling me closer, her body arching toward mine in the cramped space of the backseat.

"I’m tired of the lies, Selene. I’m tired of pretending I don't want you." He didn't give her a chance to argue. He kissed her—a deep, messy, whiskey-flavored kiss that sent a jolt of pure electricity through her body. Selene tried to resist for a heartbeat, reminding herself that this was the man who had lied to her for months. But the heat between them was undeniable. She found herself melting into him, her fingers tangling in his hair as they made out with a passion she had never dreamed of. For a few feverish hours, she wasn't a waitress or a maltreated daughter. She was in a romantic, intense world where she was the only thing that mattered to him.

Riley asked, tilting her head curiously. I stood, chuckling as I bent down to kiss Lizzie’s pouting lips. They were soft and warm. I couldn’t resist squeezing her breast once—then again—discreetly, my fingers sinking into the yielding flesh through her dress. She gasped softly into my mouth, the sound sending a rush of heat straight through me. “Don’t stay out too long,” I murmured against her lips. She nodded. “Likewise.” Alex clapped my shoulder from behind, his grip firm. “Come on, lover boy. I’m getting impatient.”

She had never thought words like that could make her hot and wet so quick. Francis leaned down and claimed her lips instantly earning a moan from her. Her brains literally went off from his sensational touch and heart melting kisses. She loved his kisses although they literally made her loose her sanity. He shoved his tongue into her mouth which she gladly accepted, she wrapped her arms around his neck wanting to taste him more and better.