Olive Skin Artinya

Blurb: "Nama aslinya Natalie Amber Kyle. Dulunya bekerja sebagai seorang pelayan di sebuah cafe. Kemudian bertemu dengan seorang agen mata-mata wanita. Mulai mengikuti kegiatan mata-mata dan aktif sebagai agen saat berusia 19 tahun. Sepertinya ia lebih banyak mengambil kasus yang berkaitan dengan wanita penggoda dan sepertinya sedang menjalankan misi dari kliennya," terang Jeremy, panjang lebar. "Hei, Rai. Jangan bilang kau tertarik pada gadis itu. Sekali berhubungan dengannya, riwayatmu akan tamat!" seru Jeremy memperingatkan. Usai menggerakkan satu jarinya di leher. Yang berarti mati. "Kau sangat tahu aku, bukan? Aku sangat suka tantangan. Lagipula bukankah menurut informasi dia selalu menjalankan tugas yang berkaitan dengan wanita penggoda. Itu artinya, para lelaki yang dia dekati pasti berhubungan dengan wanita penggoda. Kurasa dia hanya membuka kedok asli dari para pria bajingan. Aku jadi ingin memberinya sebuah misi." Rai tersenyum, sembari memikirkan sebuah siasat. Benarkah Natalie adalah seorang mata-mata yang menyamar jadi wanita penggoda? Dan apa misi yang dimaksud Rai?

Seorang anak berusia enam tahun, hidup sebatang kara tanpa memiliki kedua orang tua atau keluarga, pertempuran besar membuatnya harus terpisah dengan kedua orang tua, ia juga harus menjalani hidup penuh rintangan di dunia Nirvana, anak tersebut bernama Lan Shi atau Putra pertama Sang pembalik Langit Dunia Persilatan, ayahnya adalah Raja Para dewa, sedangkan ibunya Seorang Dewi keadilan. Identitas Lan Shi tidak diketahui siapapun, di usia enam tahun Lan Shi tinggal bersama kakek An Hui, perjalanannya dimulai sambil mencari keberadaan ayah dan ibunya. Lan Shi memiliki seorang teman ajaib yaitu Peri kecil atau pasir waktu, peri kecil memberitahu kalau banyak orang sedang memburunya, ia memutuskan untuk bersembunyi di dalam kantong kecil milik Lan Shi. Tiga tahun tinggal di hutan, Pria tua menemukan keberadaan Lan Shi, ia mengangkat sebagai cucu asuh dan membawanya pulang kediaman keluarga, keluarga tersebut diberi nama keluarga An, sekarang Lan Shi dipanggil dengan sebutan An Lan yang artinya subur tak pernah layu dalam bahasa dunia persilatan.

“Apa yang bisa saya lakukan supaya nilai saya bagus, Pak?” Diana bersandar di kursinya, menatap penuh arti pada pria yang dikenal sebagai dosen killer itu. Dosen dengan reputasi dingin bernama Damar Setyawan itu menaikkan satu alis. Senyum tipis melintas di wajahnya yang lebih mirip ejekan daripada keramahan. “Kamu sudah gagal empat kali, Diana. Kamu tahu artinya? Gelar sarjanamu bisa lenyap. Masa depanmu habis.” Diana pura-pura menggigit bibir bawahnya, lalu mencondongkan tubuhnya pada pria itu. “Kalau begitu … saya harus cari jalan lain, ‘kan?” suaranya terdengar manja, sengaja dibuat lirih. “Saya tahu Bapak bisa bantu. Saya bisa … membalas dengan cara lain.” Diana berhenti sebentar, menahan senyum nakal di bibir. “Saya bisa kok jadi sugar baby Bapak,” lanjutnya, pelan tapi jelas. “Anggap saja … kompensasi tutup mulut atas malam itu.” Tatapan Damar mengeras, seakan menimbang keseriusannya. Tapi Diana tidak bergeming. Ia justru semakin berani, bibirnya mendekat ke telinga pria itu. “Saya serius, Pak,” bisiknya dengan mata berkilat menantang. “Kapan kita mulai?”

There's a little shop downstairs that sells organ soup. It's always packed with customers. People line up as if bewitched, eager for a bowl. I've often wondered what secret ingredient made their soup so irresistible. This afternoon, I finally found my answer. Floating in my bowl was a piece of human skin—inked with a tattoo I knew all too well. It was the one etched on my boyfriend's arm.

He straddled me, his hips swirling in slow, maddening circles. His body was right there, pressing into mine, and I couldn’t escape it; I didn’t want to. His hands found mine and guided them to his chest, and when my palms touched his warm skin, I was gone. My pulse was a blur of frantic beats pounding in my ears, drowning out the crowd's cheers and whistles. With his face inches from mine, Alec leaned in. His breath ghosted over my lips, his smile, cocky, knowing, playful, and somehow tender all at once. “You okay there?” he asked with an amused tone, and I opened my mouth, desperate to say something—anything—but nothing came out. My throat was dry, my skin was on fire and my mind was completely blank. All I could do was stare at him, completely mesmerized by how his body moved against mine and that wicked smirk on his lips. Before I knew it, heat pooled low in my belly, spreading downward, and I instinctively clenched my thighs together to stop the throbbing that ignited between my legs, but it was too late as I dampened the soft leather.

I marry Mason Longbright, my savior, at 24. For five years, Mason's erectile dysfunction and bipolar disorder keep us from ever sleeping together. He can't satisfy me when I want him, so he uses toys on me instead. But during his manic episodes, his touch turns into torment, leaving me bruised and broken. On my birthday night, I catch Mason in bed with another woman. Skin against skin, Mason drives into Amy Becker with a rough, ravenous urgency, his desire consuming her like a starving beast. Our friends and family are shocked, but no one is more devastated than I am. And when Mason keeps choosing Amy over me at home, I finally decide to let him go. I always thought his condition kept him from loving me, but it turns out he simply can't get it up with me at all. I book a plane ticket and instruct my lawyer to deliver the divorce papers. I am determined to leave him. To my surprise, Mason comes looking for me and falls to his knees, begging for forgiveness. But this time, I choose to treat myself better.

Karen Daly originally thought that she had married an ordinary man. She never expected this man would suddenly become her boss. He actually was the most mysterious heir of Rovio Corporation Inc, the richest man in Asia. In public, he was a cold-blooded, decisive controller among the massive business empire. In private, he was a wolf in sheep's skin, like a real devil. How could he let her go easily?...

Secrets. Never stay hidden. Lies. Always surface.                          The Dragon.                    With every stroke of his fingers sets fire to your skin leaving you burning with need.                       The want, the longing and desires to be ravished, devoured by the Dragon takes control.                             Whoever    comes always, leaves satisfied. WARNING MAY BE TRIGGER WARNINGS SEX VIOLENCE DRUG USE AND ABUSIVE BEHAVIORS   maybe spelling errors and Grammer mistakes final edit will be once completed.

"I believe we spoke on the phone today. I hope everything is in order?" As smooth in person as on the phone I turned and was met with the full force of his good looks. Just have me right now my inner wolf screamed. Dark rich hair, just long enough for a few curls to tease his forehead, coffee-coloured eyes, and olive skin. Several inches taller than me and was built like a Greek statue. Perfection. The crushing disappointment of his good looks hit me. He was definitely a shifter and therefore totally, immediately and forever off limits. Human’s just never look that good. Selene doesn't want a mate. She's ambitious, determined and independent. To end up shackled to a man who won't support her dreams like her sisters is her worst nightmare. The mate-bonds monthly heat, overwhelming lust-fuelled insanity terrifies her control-freak nature. Rocco doesn't want a mate either. Running a buzzing casino gives him ample opportunity to sleep with all the beautiful human women the city has to offer. Shifters are a hassle. Even beautiful, blonde haired wonders like Selene. Yet when their paths cross sparks fly. However the local Alpha loves taking proud women down a peg, his head Beta desires Selene and Rocco wants to kill them both. They are fighting against the very thing that may keep them alive as the cruelty of the pack's leadership turns against Selene. Her trick of hiding in a hotel and lying to her family every full moon can only last for so long...

I opened my eyes to a sharp sting in my arm. Pushing up my sleeve, I froze. A dense line of jagged letters had been carved into the skin of my right forearm: [This house has monsters! Every time I'm killed, I'm thrown into a loop and lose all my memories. With each death, I mark my hand.] Beneath the warning, three crooked tally marks were etched deep into my arm.