When Lies Kissed Romance Novels & Stories

Maybe they need to be more creative if they want to create a lie. Lisa picked up her bag from the bed. Before stepping out of the room, she came up to me and kissed me on the lips. The kiss and the scent of perfume that I always longed for. I thought I would be hers forever. Turns out I was wrong. She gave her kisses and her body to other people, too. How ironic. “We’ll talk about this later after I get home. Okay?” she replied. “Okay.” “Bye. Love you.” She rushed out of the room as if she couldn’t wait to meet her lover.

He looked at my father and gave Dave a very hard look, then walked out. “What are you doing here?” “That's not how you speak to your husband, Rhea.” My father's voice was calm. I sat up straighter, ignoring the pain shooting through my ribs. “I don't know what he told you, but it's all lies. Every word…” “I know everything.” He cut me off. “The surrogate. The ex-girlfriend. The donor eggs due to your medical complications. Which part is the lie?” My mouth opened in disbelief. “You…you can't actually think this is okay.”

"Doesn't that bother you? That your whole family protects people by lying to them?" "Every day." He said it fast, like it had been sitting there waiting. "Every single day it bothers me." "Then why does everyone keep doing it anyway? You, Adrian, your father, Eleanor standing there smiling at my wedding like none of this was happening underneath her. Somebody in this family decided a long time ago that lying was the same thing as love, and I married into that without ever being told the rules." "You're right." "I don't want you to agree with me. I want you to explain to me why it keeps happening."

It was a lie—a beautiful, tragic lie crafted to protect my fractured sanity, keeping the painful truth of our two-year fake marriage and our shared tragedy hidden behind the myth of a lost romance. "Jerome—" I gasped, but the rest of my words were swallowed whole. He leaned down and kissed me. It wasn't like the desperate, frantic collision under the 1:00 AM stars. This kiss was deep, slow, and devastatingly possessive. His lips moved against mine with a fierce, intoxicating devotion that made my knees go weak. He pulled me flush against his chest, his large hands sliding down my back to hold me tight against his solid frame, anchoring me to him as if I were the center of his universe.

Believed the intensity meant love. She didn’t know yet that kisses could be weapons. That affection could be strategy. That love, when laced with lies, could become a slow, quiet destruction. But standing there, caught in the gravity of Adrian’s presence, Iris felt certain of one thing: Meeting him had changed something inside her. And whatever this was — whatever he was — there would be no walking away untouched.

And now, when Emily, my truest ally, offered me solace, I was hesitant. But a part of me, the part that was so bruised and broken, needed her. Needed the comfort of a touch that wasn't a lie. I kissed her back, gently at first, a soft meeting of lips that held a universe of unspoken emotions. The kiss deepened, becoming more intense, a desperate expression of a love that had been simmering beneath the surface for too long. It was a raw, unfiltered kind of passion born from years of shared hardship and a silent understanding. It was a beautiful, tragic dance of two broken souls finding solace in each other's arms.

His footsteps were soft on the thick carpet, barely making a sound. Liesa raised her hand, the chain clinking as she did. She forced a weak smile and asked, “What is going on here?” Angus stared at her for a long moment, his eyes unreadable. Then, he lifted his chin, a hint of amusement in his gaze as he said, “Aren’t you the one who wanted to be in a relationship with me? This is how I do romance.” Liesa’s smile froze, her face falling. “I’m sorry, Mr. Romano… what did you just say?” Liesa stared at him, disbelief written all over her face, her fingers tightening around the chain.

"I don't know what I did to deserve the Moon Goddess sending you to me. I was so sure I'd have to settle for an arranged marriage, Giavanna, like so many other people in my pack." Sebastian kissed her chest once before standing. He slid his thumb over her bottom lip and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I thought I knew what love would be like, and this, this feeling is greater than anything I imagined." Giavanna gasped at the raw emotion on Sebastian's face, his blue eyes darkening as his gaze shifted to her parted lips. His hands slipped under her thighs, and he lifted her up off the table. Her arms wrapped around his neck, briefly panting against his mouth before frantically

We have had fights, but we have also shared laughter, love and a home together. “You ready?” Liam drags the travelling bag down the stairs, hair framing his forehead. He looks cute whenever he’s flustered; Liam and I are spending two weeks in the U.K in celebration for the release of his new book, ‘Kiss before the kill’ It’s a part thriller, part romance, it is about an assassin who fell in love with the person she is meant to kill. Guess who helped write the steamy penthouse kiss scene? Me.

He didn't even know how to put it all to her. "You have been lying to me, Dominick. I hate you, you bastard" She began to punch him hard on the chest. Dominick only reacted to it because of his injuries. "I'm sorry, Leila. I shouldn't have lied to you in the first place" he apologized. Trying to pull her close but Leila pushed him away from her. "Stay away from me. You're a lying Bastard" she cursed him. Dominick didn't answer her demands and he pulled her closer. She wanted to slap him and he held her hand, tightening his grip on her. Dominick forced his lips against Leila's, kissing her deeply. She bit his lips but he didn't flinch. She bit him so hard, hoping that he would let go of her.