Why Does Bella Kiss Jacob Novels & Stories

“Jacob deserves someone better. Someone like you is beneath him. When he woke up, he didn’t remember anything, but the ring mark on his finger told him he had a girlfriend — fiancee. When he saw Amara, he assumed she was the one. She didn’t deny it. Alex had just announced he loved someone else and didn’t want Amara. Jacob is handsome — Amara was instantly attracted towards him. Amara pretended at first, then, for real, fell in love. I encouraged it. Now they’re together. I saved him. I gave him a life. Happy? Now spill.” His words were a blade. Jenny’s hands trembled. She wanted to strike him, to scream, but the way he looked at her — cold, merciless — froze her. She knew one wrong move, an

"He kissed me! Let me correct you" Bella defended herself. "And you didn't stop him." Jasmine accused. "Well, i tried" Bella replied. "No, you didn't because i know last time you stopped a boy kissing you and he ended up with eight stitches on his head... You like him Bella, don't you" Jasmine said with concerned voice. Bella shook her head. "No! Jasmine he is married... I know it was wrong... I should have stop him before it goes too far but i was frozen."

I continued softly, “tell me again you don’t want to know the truth.” Bella didn’t speak. Her fingers gripped the phone tighter, her breath shallow. The color had drained from her face, and for a moment, I saw the wall she had built around her heart begin to crack. “This can’t be real,” she whispered, more to herself than to me. “It is,” I replied. “And if you want answers, marrying Nathalie is your only way in.” Her eyes snapped to mine. “What does Nathalie have to do with him?”

While I had not had time to turn to look at Brian's expression, he hastily placed a kiss on my cheek. The kiss is like relatives giving each other, pure, without the scent of lust. “I love you, Bella.” After whispering in my ear, Brian walked very quickly, so fast that when I could move, his figure was already gone in the bustling crowd. Perhaps I am sick. Why do I suddenly like him? That big diamond has manipulated my mind already.

Jacob lets out a deep sigh before hesitantly responding, "Yes, but it doesn't mean what you might think." Confused, I press on, "If it doesn't mean that, then why did you say it?" After a momentary pause, Jacob finally confesses, "Because I.…" He pauses sighing again "I love you, Bella. I truly do. And I know this may not be the ideal way to express it, but..." Before he could finish his sentence, my heart took control. I act on instinct and press my lips against his, silencing his words with a passionate kiss.

Jacob gently lifted her chin, looking at her with understanding in his eyes. "Don't cry. You look beautiful when you smile," Jacob said, trying to lift Jia's spirits. But Jia shook her head sadly, conveying that smiling felt like an impossible task. Jacob, captivated by her innocence, leaned in closer. His breaths brushed against her face, and his lips were just about to meet hers. However, he abruptly stopped, swallowing hard and gazing passionately into her big, watery eyes. "What are you doing?" she asked innocently. "I want to kiss you," he confessed.

Rebecca looked down immediately. "Every time I tried to interfere, Bella defended you." For the first time, saying I don't know sounded absurd even to me. Bella had once told me every detail of her day. Now I couldn't even name the country she was living in. My father pushed his plate away. Then he stood. "The difference between Bella and the rest of you is that she loved this family." He looked at me. "Even when this family didn't love her back." Rebecca was crying openly now.

This was the unmanaged version, the one he had said he had forgotten the feel of, the one that had no wall around it and no careful architecture and no distance maintained. This was: finally. The specific quality of finally. I put my hands in his jacket and I kissed him back with the full nineteen — twenty — years of me, the impulsive reckless fixated stubborn specific person that I was, and the dining room was the dining room and the birthday candles were the birthday candles and the house was the house and none of it required management anymore. He pulled back just enough. Close range. His forehead against mine. “Bella,” he said. The breath of it.

Her lips softened, and the kiss grew more urgent, more desperate, as if we both knew this moment couldn’t last forever. But then, she slowly broke the kiss, pulling back just enough for us to breathe, our faces still barely an inch apart. I opened my eyes, locking onto her beautiful blue gaze, my green eyes burning with intensity. “What more do you want, Bella?” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. “I want you…” she whispered back, her voice soft and breathless, before trailing her lips down to my jaw, pressing a gentle kiss there, and then moving lower, toward my throat.

“But I never stopped loving you, Bella. I have loved you all the while.” Before she could protest or reply to anything, he claimed her lips with his. It was not the first time they were kissing but it didn’t feel the same as before. She didn’t feel the same for him as before. She felt terribly sick being so close to him. At that moment, she only wanted to move back from him.