Mood Swings Synonym

WARNING: Mature content ahead. If you're under 18 or sensitive to explicit themes, consider this your cue to stop reading. Things are about to get hot. Lust, Caution — a collection of wickedly steamy short stories designed to heat up your day... or night. Inside, you'll find a defiant secretary tangled up with her dominant CEO, a restless housewife chasing forbidden thrills, an Omega burning for Alpha attention, an innocent girl who piques the interest of the school bully. And that’s just the beginning. If you’re in the mood for mischief, desire, and deliciously sinful tension, then come closer. This book was written just for you.

My husband, Ethan Parker, brought our daughter on a trip to the countryside with his first love, Mandy Sanchez. Halfway through, he abandoned our little girl and left with Mandy. When our daughter was surrounded by wolves, I could not reach him. By the time I arrived, the car was empty—the only thing left behind was a bloodstained piece of pumpkin pie. As I was dealing with my grief, Ethan finally answered his phone. "We're celebrating Thanksgiving. Why are you ruining the mood?" I internally scoffed at that man's audacity. Well, happy holidays indeed! Let me deliver a bloody pumpkin pie for you to really get into the spirit.

There's this old saying that says, "A kiss is considered one of the most powerful medicines the world could offer." Many believe that even a single but simple kiss can brighten the dark, change sadness to happiness, cure all kinds of illnesses, and most importantly, it is free of charge. Unfortunately, all of them do not apply to me in any way. I believed that my kiss was cursed as it could darken the light, make everyone's mood terrible, and worsen all kinds of illnesses. The worst part of it is that I can't risk offering someone a single of my kisses. For you to have a quick tour of my terrible and unforgettable past, everything began the second my age has turned eighteen two years ago.

I’m getting married, but my CEO fiancé, whom I had been engaged to for ten years, had no idea. Thanks to his new personal maid, the man has no time to spare for me. The two of them always shadowed one another, and they might as well be sleeping in the same bed. My fiancé even bought a yacht and brought her to the Arctic to see the aurora when she was in a bad mood, completely forgetting that we were supposed to be picking out wedding gowns that day. I spent the entire day waiting in that bridal shop, waiting for a man who would never show up. So I called my dad, “I’m marrying someone else.”

Ember Corbin is a happy-go-lucky woman, working as a kindergarten teacher after graduating from college. After an unfortunate incident, she decides to move on, leaving the questions in her mind unanswered. But she doesn’t expect her fate to be connected with her rescuer, who happens to be a mafia leader. Lance Storm is leading the most dangerous mafia called the Thunder. He prefers silence over everything. He remains in a serious mood most of the time until his fate collides with Ember, the woman who cannot tolerate silence. After Lance rescues Ember and ends up revealing his illegal business, she deems him as her mafia rescuer. When their paths continue to meet, secrets are unleashed, and their past gets interconnected, will Lance be able to rescue Ember?

“You can leave if you want. No one will stop an ungrateful person like you after all.” Those were the words that Maliyah heard from Jake who is handsome but blunt. She flew to Iloilo for a certain reason. Maliyah could've done her plans faster he didn't come into the picture. Jake is someone who ruins her mood often. She believed she will never want him not until a kiss happened. Maliyah knew that everything's ruined because of that one kiss. But can she give up the plans that she's been preparing her entire life? What if she'll discover a truth that will haunt her for the rest of her life? What is it that she's capable of giving up for love?

Keyara (Key) and her four friends celebrated her acceptance to work at the most famous game design company at that time. To liven up the mood, Key joined in the game of Truth or Dare and accepted the challenge to randomly kiss a stranger that night. Grey, a handsome and mature man, felt down after fighting with his girlfriend. He was unsure about marrying her because of their differences. While pondering over his drink, a stranger woman surprised him with a hot kiss. As it turned out, they both met again at the office as bosses and subordinates. For Key, the kiss became a bad start in her workplace. And for Grey, the kiss marked the beginning of his punishment game towards Key. Will the relationship that started with a kiss end up sweet or sour, considering that Grey already has a girlfriend?

Before my wedding, my fiance's secretary dumped out all the Dom Perignon champagne I had ordered for the guests and replaced it with Yoo-hoo. I turned grim instantly and demanded an explanation. But my fiance—who had always claimed to dote on me—stood firmly in front of his secretary to defend her. "Susie only had your best interest. Don't ruin the mood for everyone." His pack of so-called friends burst into laughter, egging him on. "Come on, don't be petty, Giselle. It's just a few bottles of Dom Perignon. Don't be so selfish." Yet their eyes were enveloped in evident malicious amusement. At that moment, one thing became certain: this fiance had to be replaced.

Do I need to cut off someone’s limbs, little flame?” he growled into my ear. I tilted my head instinctively “He’s nothing you need to worry about,” I whispered. “I’m not worried, baby. I’m annoyed.” His growled. But I barely processed his words. “You called me baby,” I said, stunned. “And?” “I didn’t think wolves used such... terms of endearment.” He chuckled darkly. “We use whatever we want, ‘baby.’ Those words aren’t reserved for other species.” He kissed the side of my neck, slow and possessive. My lips parted in shock and hunger. Hunger for him. For more of his words that seemed to touch not just my heart, but the deepest, most vulnerable parts of me. “You’re in an awfully good mood,” I whispered, biting my lip to stop a moan. “I deserve it. I’ve been in a terrible mood since I left you in that hallway three nights ago. I can’t wait to be done with this damn party so I can kiss you properly.” His voice was thick with want. I felt weightless and boneless. Every nerve in my body tuned to him. He was too much. “Are you finally free?” I asked, my voice shaky from how turned on I was. “I’m not, little flame,” he said, biting my ear and licking the same spot after. “But for tonight? You have me all to yourself.” “Sounds exciting,” I breathed. “It is. Are you wet yet?” he whispered, voice like molten sin. “I am. Very.” “Good,” he murmured. “Stay like that all night. It will get worse but you’ll think of me while we mingle. And then, when this party is over, when you can’t take the ache anymore, I’ll let you come.”

Everybody is different. May it be with the way you look, your sexual orientation or your beliefs and culture. Tori Kingstein has always thought of herself as someone who’s different. She never liked boys. Yes, she's gay. Tori then was sent to her mum’s old school, an all-girls boarding school in hopes of her not getting herself a boyfriend at a young age. But jokes on her parents, cause she actually swings the other way around. And little did she know that entering Whistler High School for Girls would put her on a mission with other girls, like her who aren’t white, to end the discrimination, inequality, too much use of white privileges and the use of wealth and power to stay on top by some students, especially by the school's student council officers. After knowing this, Tori is set on finishing her mum's past role in this group—and that is to destroy the unfair treatment of the school and the student council to students who what they call “aren’t white and as rich as them”, but Tori has a secret. It’s just that... She might have a tiny bit of crush on the student council's president who's no other than Amelia Harriet Williams. What could go wrong, right?