Kissing Snap

Ivan Trevelyan is one of the most successful business owners in New York. Dark, rude, and fearsome, his employees are forced to put up with his constant mood swings and insatiable demands. He is known mostly for his good looks, wealth, and arrogant personality and he has enough superiority to fire his employees with just a snap of his fingers.Isabelle Greene just landed herself as Ivan's secretary, only to find out that her boss isn't just arrogant, but also narcissistic and egocentric. But she can't quit her job, because she needs the paycheck.Her life was normal and perfect until he came in and cracked a deal that she couldn't refuse.

Cincinnati Roxanne Lopez isn't the reserved type, she's a firecracker who flies off the handle in the mere snap of a manicured finger. Her identity and dignity being the most precious thing to her, Cincinnati holds a secret that pays most of her bills and kept it within her very own sealed lips. She was an entrepreneur but of goods more perishable and delightful. Storm, on the very brink of losing it all to fifteen of his board members, employs her help and expertise in bringing the offenders down thereby rattling another skeleton from her past. Fifteen bandits, over a handful of cities, the splatter of blood, money and sex. Delve into the story of Cin and Storm.

“Take off your clothes, omega. I’m not kissing you. I just want to taste what’s mine.” Lena just wanted to survive the semester. But after a forbidden rooftop encounter with Kael, the ruthless Alpha heir, she’s marked, hunted, and craved. Elias wants her heart. Kael wants her submission. And Lena? She’s about to burn down Silverfang Academy before she lets either of them tame her.

He branded her a curse. Threw her out under a swollen moon. Walked away while she bled. The bond didn’t snap, it tore... and kept bleeding. Now the Omega they smothered in ash is on her feet, silver-eyed, moon-marked, carrying a power no Alpha can collar. She isn’t hunting revenge. She wants it quiet, bygones. But the past won’t unclench its teeth and neither will he. When the moon spills it's light again, they’ll learn why she didn’t die. She wasn’t meant to. She wasn't cursed, she was chosen. Built to change the pack... or burn it.

Jax I called out quickly rushed over to him. Jax, are you okay?. I brushed his hair away from his face. His beautiful eyes were deep red and he was covered in sweat. A...Aurora.He called my name in a whisper " You're here?. He said, fear evident in his voice. Of course I am. What the hell happened to you? Did you get into a fight? Are you hurt?. I questioned. My blood boiled at the thought of someone hurting him. If there was then I would snap all bones out of the culprit’s body. He shook his head. It's none of those things. He grabbed my waist, burying his face in my stomach. Then what was it?.

"What kind of business partners would eat each other's lips hungrily?" --- Jessica thought her life was perfect. She thought she had a perfect husband. Good looking, good career, and good in bed, too. Until one day, her perception changed completely when she saw her husband kissing someone else. As if that wasn't bad enough, the person her husband was kissing was a man. She was hurt and disappointed, and she wanted to end things with her husband. Unfortunately, her husband was not only a philanderer but also a master blackmailer. No one knew what sins she committed in the past, but how she was forced to stay with her husband after everything that happened was like a punishment. Her life seemed to be in the grip of her husband, but who would have thought that she was slowly being strangled by a thread with one end held by her husband and the other end held by her husband's boyfriend? One slowly pulled the thread, and the other was reluctant to let go. Jessica was trapped by a thread that, slowly but surely, turned tangled. Unexpected pregnancy, unexpected deceptions, and no one would be able to guess the ending of this story. Would she be able to escape from the entanglement of the thread? Or maybe she would be trapped forever?

Ethan Harper was infatuated with the widow, Grace Bowen, who lived downstairs. She made him special breakfasts and did not mind his hunched back or his loud chewing when he ate. He said, “My old hag of a wife is like an NPC. Whenever I get close to her, she just gives me chores to do. “Not like you. You’re so understanding, and you make me feel like a real person.” He envied her late husband, whom he said was luckier than he was for having married her. I decided to grant him his wish immediately. I was afraid if I waited even a moment longer, he might snap out of it.

Daria is a nun who has never followed her heart or stepped out of the lines. Bedtime is strict, alcohol is forbidden, relationships are out of the question, and Daria has devoted herself entirely to her faith and the church—until she is diagnosed with cancer. Without money for chemotherapy, Daria decides to live life to the fullest, starting with kissing a stranger and breaking the rules of chastity. But wait, why does the man whose lips she has tasted look so familiar?!

Yvette Wilson had a crush on her brother’s friend. He was six years older, so she kept it to herself and stayed cautious. One night, she could not hold back anymore. In the dim light, she leaned in and stole a kiss while he was drunk. She had just turned to run when she saw his eyes snap open. He looked at her with a lazy expression. “You want me to teach you how to kiss? Too bad. I’m not into little girls.” Her face turned red, but she still found the courage to speak. “So you think I’m too young? That’s fine. I’ll grow up.”

“Congratulations on your wedding! Although we must have missed our invite in the mail. We’d like to catch up with…” There’s no reason to keep reading the mail beyond that point. It’s a variation of the same kinds of mails I’ve been receiving since the wedding three weeks ago. I pause at the door to his study, sounds of a woman riding on throes of orgasms, filters through the open crack. What would people say if they saw a woman with her legs spread out, in between her legs, my husband of a few days, sliding in and out of her? He keeps his dark eyes on me, bringing his signature scotch to his lips. I can’t take this anymore. How could he do this?? How did I end up with a man like this?? “Get out of my house!” I snap, The woman shrieks, scrambling to cover herself up with pieces of clothing. I grit my teeth hard. “She’s my guest.” “Take your guests elsewhere. This is not a whorehouse.” I snap, gritting my teeth so hard it feels like my jaw would crack. “Would you do what they do?” “W-what?” He leans forward, I keep my eyes above his waistline, specifically on the middle of his forehead. “Would you, instead of them, suck my cock?” His accent makes the word sound even dirtier than usual. Isaac's family demanded a husband, he delivered and now his life is a mess. A marriage on paper, a disaster in practice. Isaac Valentine needed a husband, not for love. And he met the last man he would ever choose, Ivan Romanov. The deal is clean. Everyone wins. Until it isn't. After all, what's more dangerous than a marriage of convenience? Real feelings with an expiration date.