Kiss Of Death

"Please stop…" "You started this, but I will end it." He nipped at her skin briskly before suckling it gently. She gasped in pleasure, arching her back to him. "Are you sure you want me to stop? Your body seems to speak otherwise, Zora" he pointed out as he smirked against her skin. *** Zora Walter always dreamt of being a model. Being popular, showing on TV, and having the paparazzi following her always sent a thrill through her, but it occurred in a way she wouldn't have imagined. After getting dumped by her boyfriend, Zora wanted to prove that she had moved on when in fact, she hadn't. And so kissed a stranger. That action turned disastrous as Zora Walter's once peaceful life was upturned in seconds. What happens when she should and "must" in the stranger's opinion fix what she caused? And fixing it meant faking being his girlfriend... His arrogance was on another level and Zora cursed herself for getting tangled with him.

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"It's over between us, honey." I said to Clyde, flinging the divorce papers at him. You don't want to be the bad guy, am I right? Well now, you don't have to worry about who the bad guy is." He watched the papers flutter to the floor, dumfounded. They assumed she was still in a coma and so wouldn't see them. Even if she wasn't, this wouldn't be the first time her dear husband would kiss another woman in her presence. She saw nothing. But the slurps and moans woke her from the state of coma. The raptures and gasps had kept her from resting, and their shivers of pleasure caused a tear to drop from her eye. She collapsed making lunch for him. But here he was, making out with a woman she considered to be her best friend. All she could think of was revenge, and she knew who was perfect for the job. Not only was she going to get back at him, she was going to show her true identity now. She comes out of the hospital with his twins inside of her and left him alone with the realization that his life was about to change forever. Whisked away to a different world, Everleigh finds love in the arms of Clyde's arch nemesis. Love, hate, betrayal, resentment, envy and secret babies. It all started with one good kiss on the wrong lips, and a lot of lies to the wrong ears.

We had been dating for ten years before my boyfriend, Shawn Jepson, agreed to marry me.  When the wedding photographer asked us to pose a few kissing shots, Shawn claimed he had germophobia and walked out on me.  I awkwardly apologized to the team.  Taxis were a rare commodity during blizzards, so I trudged through the snow to get home.  To my dismay, I stumbled upon Shawn tongue-deep into his crush’s throat in what was supposed to be our marital home.  “Just say the word, Casey, and I’ll leave Jessica.”  Later, word went around that Shawn searched the world for his ex-fiancee, begging her to return.

In my previous life, my husband suffered a sudden brain hemorrhage and died instantly in his office. When I arrived at the hospital, all that awaited me was his lifeless body. Overwhelmed with grief, I coughed up blood and was bedridden ever since. On my deathbed, I happened to see a news report—my husband had won a $15 million lottery. Standing beside him at the prize ceremony was none other than my best friend. The shock killed me on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my husband had just died.

The fake daughter married my boyfriend. My mouth was taped and I was being chopped into pieces by her admirer. The entire family took turns to call me. My mother said, "How ungrateful you are. I should not have brought you home back then." Father added, "Don't bother coming back if you do not attend Samantha's wedding." Brother said, "Let me tell you, you shall root in hell if you choose not to attend the wedding." At that moment, I didn't even have the energy to shout for help due to excessive blood loss. Everyone lost their patience, "Speak up! Are you dead or what?" I could only see the calls being disconnected. One thing they did not know, I was really dead.

"I need an answer, Collins. Or is your guilt eating you up so bad that..." "There is no guilt," he deadpans, the weight of his words resting on my shoulders, making them sag in sorrow. "It was only a matter of time until you found out. I want to say I'm sorry, but that would be me lying..." Blood rushes to my ears. I can't believe what I'm hearing. "What? You're... you're not — " "No," he shrugs. "You brought this upon yourself." "Excuse me? I made you cheat?" "Yes." ----------------------- When hotshot billionaire mogul Collins Black propositions her to be his wife, twenty-two-year-old, script writer Anna Whitfield believes she's the luckiest woman on earth. But things quickly go sour when one year later, she discovers that Collins has been cheating on her with her best friend, Diana. What's worse? Collins proposes to Diana on a night which is supposed to be the most important night of her life. Enraged, and frustrated, Anna begs the nearest man she can find for a kiss to spite her ex-husband. But the man who obliges isn't just any man, but the most powerful mafia don in Russia. Viktor Ivanov. [NOTE: This is an ex-husband/mafia romance. You’re guaranteed to have a swell time reading. Do enjoy]

In a daring game she never expected, Larissa Justice finds herself compelled to kiss the twentieth male she sees at school. Little did she know that this challenge would lead her straight into the arms of the one person she'd secretly admired for years. But as thrilling as it may sound, locking lips with the most enigmatic and callous guy in school comes with its own set of consequences. Terrified of the consequences of her actions, Larissa tried to hide her identity from him, hoping to avoid his wrath. It seemed like a foolproof plan until fate intervened when they were paired together for a crucial assignment. And just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, her math teacher appointed him as her personal tutor. Zayne Verlice, the youngest son of a wealthy family, thought he had closed off his heart forever. But when a mysterious girl unexpectedly kisses him and vanishes, his curiosity is ignited. Little does he know, this enigmatic beauty is none other than his first love, the one who shattered his world years ago. Determined to win her back, Zayne embarks on a quest to make her his own and once for all. Can he win her heart, or will their past consume them both?

Blurb I thought I married him for love. That wide-eyed, naive girl who jumped into the arms of the first man with eyes that shone ever in the dark, and with curly dark hair that made her fingers itch….didn’t know the truth. He didn’t marry me for forever. Ares Brooker – ruthless, untouchable, and devastatingly sexy- only made me his wife to get back at my father. And for a while, I thought the worst thing he could do was ignore me, bring other women into our home, and treat me like I was a prisoner in his glass mansion. I was wrong. The worst thing was overhearing my father tell him on the phone that he could "Kill me for all he cared." That I meant nothing to him, it was walking in on him with my best friend, and watching him let me believe it. I walked out, building walls around my heart and telling myself that I would never be that naïve and pushover girl again. But one night changed everything, where a fight, one kiss, and too much heat brought about a mistake. And a child, I swore he would never know about. I thought I was free, starting a new job and a new life, until I realized that Ares Brooker signs my paycheck. And just when he decided he wanted me back, someone else stepped in, willing to burn the world too. His rival, Cole Elrod. And the most dangerous choice is the one I can’t stop wanting.

My fiancé suddenly announces he's marrying my sister instead. And just as my world collapses, the cold, noble Twinkle Oriven kneels before me with a diamond ring in hand. He confesses he's loved me for years. We get married. For three years, he's gentle, considerate, and flawless in every way. Then, one day, I accidentally overhear a conversation between him and a friend. "Twinkle, Amelie has everything she has ever wanted. Isn't it time to end this fake marriage?" "Since I can't marry Amelie, it doesn't matter who I marry. All that matters is that it keeps her life undisturbed." In the chapel where he prays every day, the wallpaper is covered with one name—Amelie Ashcombe. I hear him pray to the heavens. "May all the good in the world belong to Amelie. I'd trade my own happiness for her peace and joy. I don't ask to have her in the next life… I just want her to remember me." So this is the truth behind three years of a seemingly perfect marriage. I erase my identity and stage a fake death. From now on, Twinkle and I are nothing.