When Lies Kissed Romance Novels & Stories

She turned back and walked towards Kyle, she looked at him before looking at me, with a glare "No one will ever love you, you will never get a man as good as Kyle. You are pathetic Tara, sorry to say but no one likes a girl who keeps secrets from her boyfriend." Damn, she always gets me, I hate the fact she always gets to my head. She turned back and was about to leave when I stop her, I walked towards her and stood right in front of her, staring into her eyes "For your kind information Maria, you are the pathetic one, not me, if I remember clearly, Kyle didn’t cheat on me, actually, we were playing each other." I said before I looked at Kyle. It hurts me to lie but I have no other choice, I

It did not help that she wanted a replay of that kiss, every single time, even as she was staring at the picture. There was a knock on the door and Maeve immediate shove the magazine under the table, straightening up as the door opened and her boyfriend, Issac, walked into the office. Yup, she had a boyfriend. After their first date at the restaurant where she arrived late, Maeve and Issac had a gone out a couple more times after that. Then, he asked her to be his girlfriend and she saw if yes of course. Why wouldn’t she? Issac was nice and smart and dreamy, and he was so handsome too. Maeve was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. I mean, did he usually kiss her like Dominic did th

“Let me see you, Mak.” In for a penny, right? I loosened my grip and the towel pooled around my feet. His gaze roamed over every inch of me, as potent as his actual touch. He closed the distance between us and his hands gripped my thighs and lifted. My hands went to his shoulders and within seconds my back met the soft surface of his bed. His lips went to my neck and he trailed kisses down my torso, until he pulled the dark chocolate tip of my nipple into his mouth. My back arched, and my legs tightened around his hips, mine rising and seeking the hard length if him. His mouth trailed soft, wet kisses to my other breast then moved lower. His tongue dipped into my belly button and a mixture

He leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against hers, sending a surge of passion through her, and they began kissing with a power that made her head spin. Each kiss ignited a fire within them as he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth, exploring every inch with a hunger that matched her own. Their bodies pressed against each other, and he brought his hand to the small of her back, pulling her closer. Ritu could feel his hand on her breasts as their lips continued to dance, caressing them with a tender touch that sent shivers down her spine.

Ignoring the pain, I manage to turn around in his arms and I start hitting him on the chest again as once more my emotions concerning Zachariah get the better of me, "Lying... You're Lying... I am nothing but a potential sex toy..." "Why would I lie Yasmine? What makes you think I am lying?" "To get me to willingly agree to have sex with you!! The kiss!!" "What kiss?" I struggle more now, wanting out of his arms. Does he really think I am that stupid, he growls low and repeats, "What kiss? Yasmine?" "You let her kiss you... You kissed her back... You wrapped your arms around her, holding her!!"

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

He had to be honest, though—it was for his sister’s publications project. "Maybe... I’m not sure yet. It felt like admiration that faded after a week." Sounded more like infatuation. "How many girlfriends have you had?" Another dumb question. "One in high school and one in college." "Do you believe that love is blind?" Definitely not! Love is about acceptance. He placed his palm on his face, realizing this questionnaire was probably just part of Ashley’s joke. She knew he hated talking about his love life. Sipping his coffee, he moved on to the next question—then nearly choked when he read it.

“Then kiss me again. Prove me wrong.” My heart stuttered. “Liam” “Just one kiss,” he whispered. “No promises. No lies. Just you and me.” And before I could form another thought, his lips were on mine, fierce, claiming, desperate. The world blurred. The city, the wind, the sound of the river, all of it melted under the heat of that kiss. He tasted like everything forbidden, danger, jealousy, and truth. When I finally pulled back, breathless, I whispered, “You shouldn’t have done that.”

She had done nothing wrong—she had only been helping her best friend—yet now, under his scrutiny, she felt as if she had been caught cheating with another man. 'I did nothing wrong.' Lysia reassured herself and took a deep breath. Straightening her back, she boldly admitted, “Yes, I like him. He is…” Before she could finish her sentence, Kyle abruptly sealed her lips with a sudden kiss. It was urgent and fierce, yet there was a lingering tenderness that quickly drew her in. Unconsciously, she melted into the kiss, surrendering to the skilled movements of his lips. The softness of their connection sent a gentle current through her, slowly making her melt.

Caspian responded immediately, his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her flush against him. The kiss was electric, sending shockwaves through Lily's body. She could taste the faint metallic tang of blood on his tongue, a reminder of what he was. But instead of repulsing her, it only ignited her further. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she deepened the kiss, pouring centuries of longing and newfound trust into the embrace.