Miss Communication Artinya Novels & Stories

Sheena was just an ordinary housewife. Every day she was busy in the kitchen, washing, cleaning the house, and taking care of her child. Her appearance was unkempt, her body overweight, her face dull, and she always wore thick glasses—and all of that made her husband, Gevan, feel ashamed. Sheena’s life grew even more bitter when Gevan openly held hands with his beautiful secretary. What hurt even more was that their only son, Ghani, actually supported his father. The boy openly said that he was embarrassed to have a mother like Sheena. Insults kept coming, even from her own mother-in-law. But Sheena was not a weak woman. She knew she had sacrificed a lot, and she would not stay silent. When everyone underestimated her, Sheena left and divorced Gevan. “You just wait and see, Gevan! I will make you regret underestimating and mocking me!”

Betrayed by her own husband and best friend, Selena Vaughn chooses to stay quiet without lashing out. The wounds she hides lead her to a sinful night in the club's VIP room—with an alluring stranger. But fate plays a trick on her. That man is Dominic—her own father-in-law, who has long been estranged from her family. The forbidden relationship was supposed to be revenge, but passion turns into feelings that shouldn't exist. Meanwhile, Selena continues to tempt her husband to turn his back on the devious mistress. What will happen next after the scandal unfolds?

Warning Erotica novel 18++ For Isolde Ravelyn, the night of her engagement was hell. She not only caught the man she loved cheating in a vulgar manner in a hotel room, but also had to swallow cruel insults that mocked her full-bodied figure weighing 90 kilograms. In the midst of her ruined life and nationwide viral humiliation, a mysterious will pulled her into Blackthorne Mansion—the magnificent residence of the most powerful and feared conglomerate dynasty in the country. However, instead of finding protection, Isolde found herself trapped in a nest of monsters. The three heirs of Blackthorne initially viewed her presence as a threat and tried to drive her away with various suffocating intimidations. Yet hatred slowly turned into dark obsession. All three of them could not resist the surge of desire that ignited every time they saw Isolde’s full, provocative curves. Lucien, the eldest, cold and possessive; Evander, the second son who tempted with sweet deception; and Azriel, the youngest, a mysterious artist with wild fantasies on his canvas. The three of them slowly pulled Isolde into a vortex of forbidden desire, brutally fighting over her body and soul. How can Isolde survive when she is surrounded by three dominant men ready to take turns indulging in her, without knowing that there is a great blood secret that is about to turn the Blackthorne throne upside down?

“No! Please, Santiago--” I whimpered, as his hand seized my wrist with an iron grip, yanking me forward, dragging me effortlessly toward the chair he had pulled into the center of the room the night before. The symbol of my humiliation. He stopped right in front of the chair, spinning me around, facing him. "You want me to be your monster, mi ángel?" His hand grabbed my throat, tilting my chin up until my eyes locked with his dark gaze. I flinched from the sudden movement. "Cause I’ll be your favorite monster — just say the word, cariño." Santiago’s face hovered only inches from mine. His lips so close, I could taste the sweetness of his breath — once making butterflies take flight in my stomach, now curdling my insides into a cold, suffocating fear. Slowly, his free hand rose toward my face. I held my breath. His touch was deceptively soft and gentle, caressing my cheek. His thumb lingered against my lips, tracing them slowly, his eyes fixed there as he spoke — his voice soft, yet heavy with menace. "Divorce is not an option, mi amor. We took a vow five years ago. Remember?" He finally lifted his gaze to meet mine, catching every flicker of fear before he delivered his last words like a verdict: "Till death do us part."

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT, RATED 18+ “Touch your toes for me, my sweet girl.” “You're supposed to be off-limits," I breathed. "And yet, you keep finding reasons to be alone with me." he tilted my chin up. One night. One stranger. One catastrophic secret. Madison Greymond has spent years being the good daughter, careful, loyal, invisible. So when she lets herself have one reckless night with a dangerously attractive stranger, she tells herself it means nothing. Until her mother slides a diamond ring onto her finger and introduces the man she's going to marry. Derek Salvador. The man whose hands Madison still dreams about. The man who looked at her like she was the only thing worth having and apparently decided her mother was the better bet. Now he's sitting at their dinner table. Sleeping down the hall. Watching Madison with dark eyes, while she's supposed to smile and forget. She knows it's wrong. She knows what's at stake. But desire doesn't care about right and wrong and Derek has never pretended to play by the rules. The closer he gets, the harder Madison fights. The harder she fights, the more she wants to surrender. Her mother's happiness. Her own sanity. A secret that grows more dangerous with every stolen glance, every accidental touch, every moment alone where the line between forbidden and inevitable gets harder to find. Someone always finds out. The only question is….how long can a secret survive when two people can barely resist each other?

My best friend had one rule: stay away from my brother. But what he didn't know was that his brother kept me up all night. Wren Mercer had spent years being just Ross's best friend. Fine with holidays at the Calloway house, years of watching Dani, Ross's older brother, move through life like nothing could touch him, fine with the fact that he never once looked at her like she was worth the trouble. So she did what any sensible girl would do, she found someone else. Blake Hendrix was everything that made sense on paper. Charming, attentive, and most importantly, not Dani Calloway. She told herself it was moving on. She told herself it was working. What she didn't know was that Blake had his own reasons for getting close to her, ones that had everything to do with the brother she was trying so hard to forget. When Ross invites her to move into their off-campus apartment, she tells herself it's still fine. She has Blake. She has a plan. Dani barely registers her existence anyway. She can handle proximity. She's wrong. Because Dani does notice her. He always has. What starts as tension becomes stolen moments, a secret neither of them planned, and the slow terrifying realization that this is the most real thing either of them has felt in years. But Ross is right there. Blake is closer than she thinks. And secrets don't stay hidden forever. She fell first. He fell harder. And what breaks between them might not be fixable.

Rebecca Cathy Castillo never thought her marriage to the cold, young CEO Samuel Wilson was just a game of hearts. When she found out she was pregnant, she discovered the harsh reality that her husband was having an affair with Nora Arianna, Samuel's ex-girlfriend. Feeling like a mere substitute, Rebecca chose divorce and then left. Five years passed. Rebecca returned with a son, the result of the love she once kept close. Her arrival surprised Samuel, her ex-husband, who apparently never stopped looking for her. "Mr. CEO, your wife is back!"

The Princess of Estel, was taken inside the castle walls, and she believed her demise was definite. A savage race that is known throughout the continent approached her. Olivia decided to forget their encounter, despite her gratitude, but he appeared before her saying, "I miss you"

This is a story of a south African girl, lost in her little world and wants to be happy, and leave joyfully like every girl out there, but unknowingly to her she was destined to be greater than she expects. ***Don't miss the adventure of rethabile as she tackles the challenge of life at a young age......

Silver burned. Holy light seared. I screamed my brother’s name, Theron, into the communication crystal. My consciousness was fading. His cold voice finally crackled through. "What now?" I fought through the pain, my voice weak. "Theron, please… help me…" He cut me off, his voice a razor's edge. "Enough! Lilith is hosting the Blood Moon Festival. Stop causing trouble. If you’re tormenting her out of jealousy again, I’ll throw you in the sun cells myself." The line went dead. Lilith. Our manipulative little adoptive sister. Was she really more important to him than his own blood? The silver poison and searing light consumed me. I shattered. My tears turned to ash, my body right behind them. Congratulations, Theron. You're free of your annoying sister. You don't have to lock me up anymore. Because I'm already dead.