Rainbow Kissing

"Apa yang kamu lakukan, Mas?" Mazaya tak menyangka melihat suaminya begitu buas mencumbu sekretarisnya saat ia datang membawa kue anniversarry pernikahannya yang kedua siang itu. Hatinya hancur berkeping-keping melihat pengkhianatan sang suami yang ia anggap malaikat dalam hidupnya. Evan Alexander tak mengira, kekhilafan pertamanya kepergok oleh istrinya di mana ia memang merasa bosan pada Mazaya yang tak bisa merawat dirinya lagi seperti dulu. Rasa bosan itu membuat Evan tak berhasrat lagi pada sang istri sehingga ia tak sanggup lagi menahan gelora di tubuhnya, terutama ketika sang sekretaris menggoda imannya. "Kenapa kamu tega mengkhianatiku, Mas?" isak Mazaya tak kuasa menahan tangisnya. "Aku tidak memiliki hubungan apa-apa dengan Mira. Aku hanya khilaf," kilah Evan." "Khilaf? Khilaf sampai bercumbu panas di kantor, siang hari begini?" jerit Mazaya terluka. Di sisi lain, ada seorang pria yang telah lama menanti Mazaya, yaitu kakak tiri dari Evan. Mengetahui ada masalah antara Evan dan Mazaya, Arga siap menjadi pelindung Mazaya. Apakah yang akan terjadi pada pernikahan Mazaya dan Evan? Apa Mazaya akan memaafkan perbuatan suaminya? Apa Mazaya memilih bercerai lalu menjalin hubungan dengan Arga, kakak iparnya sendiri?

For the sake of my happiness with my boyfriend, I decided to go to the hospital to treat my congenital narrowness. But the attending physician turned out to be my boyfriend's friend—and the treatment plan itself made my face flush and my heart race. "During the course of treatment, there will be a great deal of intimate physical contact. That's unavoidable," he said. "For example, kissing, touching, and…"

When your bf cheated, you slept with his best friend for revenge. It's an ONS. You never expect to run into him again. Yet, he became your stepbrother. "Hello Sister. Behavior yourself. Or your moan will be heard. " He smirked and caged you against the wall, kissing your neck. Door's open. Parents downstairs.

Scarlett Davis had her life all beautifully planned out until the day she saw her boyfriend of ten years kissing another girl. Heartbroken, she dashed off. One thing led to another and she ended up having a one night stand with a fine stranger she later found out to be the infamous puppet Lycan Alpha.

My sister-in-law sent me a photo of her kissing my husband on the beach. Just a few minutes later, she deleted the photo and sent me a text saying, “Oops, sent to the wrong person. Lol.” I knew it was deliberate. It was never a mistake. She wanted me to see how happy my husband was with her. Clara was never my sister-in-law. Three years ago, my husband had lied about her, claiming she was his younger sister, and I believed him. But after five years of marriage, I discovered—far too late—that Clara was never his sister. She was his mistress, his childhood lover, the woman he had been sleeping with under the same roof as me while making me serve her as if she were truly my sister-in-law. And now what? He had lied again… said he was going on a business trip. Yet Clara had just sent me a picture—a cute, sickening picture—of my husband happily kissing the very woman he had once claimed was his younger sister. The photo carried a timestamp showing the exact time and location. It was real. There was no denying it. They were in Hawaii, on a beach, laughing, kissing, and having the time of their lives… while he had made me believe he was away on business. Without saying a word, I saved the picture and posted it straight to Instagram, captioning it: "Congratulations to my sister-in-law… on finally becoming the official wife.” Then I turned off my phone and went to bed. The next morning, after having breakfast with my cat, Lulu, and taking the warmest bath ever, I turned my phone back on—and froze. Over 200 missed calls were waiting for me. Notifications exploded across my phone. And it didn’t stop there—the number of unattended messages kept climbing past 250.

Since I was a kid, my parents drilled it in—you're gonna be a Corleone girl, Giovanni Corleone's property. "This is just an alliance. Don't expect anything more." That's what he said on our wedding night. So I played the part—quiet, polished, dutiful. Then year three hit, and suddenly Giovanni couldn't keep his hands off me. Every night, something new. I thought maybe—finally—he felt the same way I had all along. Then I caught him kissing his stepmom. Funny. Just the night before, he told me kissing me made him sick. "I've been practicing with her—for your sake." So yeah. All that heat? Just rehearsal for her. So I ran. Took back my life—and our unborn daughter. The Don lost his mind looking for me. Begged me to come back—with the kid. But I would not stop for him anymore. I turned and walked straight toward the stage that was always mine.

Nathaniel Carter lost his wife to a ghastly accident leaving behind three children for him to cater for alone. Just when Nathaniel was almost kissing hope, and unexpected knock on his door changed everything for him. It was his late wife's sister Samantha. Samantha changed a lot in his life leading to an attraction he wasn't read for. What more could happen?

She is not Perfect. And she is not Pure. She is Chaos. And she is Order. She is a Witch. And she is a Goddess. She is cruel. And she is merciful. She is anything you desire her to be. And everything you fear and run from. She can be your Saviour. And she can be your Death. She is a pawn for the gods. And she is insane. * The gods determined her death five years ago, but she survived, and she plans on living long enough to enjoy the life that was nearly taken from her, breaking the laws that keep women from domineering. Leonidas is peace and the only thing that keeps her sane. He is her beginning, and he shall be her end. But she knew that it was all worth it, for his sake.

“If you think for one second that I would ever let you leave my sight, you are mistaken,” Damien is only whispering but my entire body is trembling in response. “You'll have to pick, little one. Either I break your legs and keep you in my room or I fuck you till you can no longer walk. Just know whatever choice you make, I'm not letting you out of my sight.” … Fuck. ~ Exiled by her pack, all Madeline Finch has left is her son, Lucas, but the world is cruel to a single mother, especially for an Omega like her as her kind is being hunted down for their addictive pheromones. Wanting to keep her son safe, she decides to work with a well paying organisation that cater to the needs of Alphas by giving them willing Omegas to curl their bloodlust and in doing so, has no other choice but to become the escort of Damien Bloodhound, a ruthless Alpha known for his cruelty and her mate who'd rejected her and left her alone to raise Lucas on her own. Damien doesn't seem to recognize her but he acts even more determined to possess and have her as his own than before. And for Madeline who had only ever loved Damien and was fast sinking into debt, it was becoming harder to remember he was the one who shattered her heart many years ago. Still, would she be able to ignore his obsession for her and keep it strictly professional? Or would she be unable to resist and fall for the same man who had made her the happiest woman in the world once upon a time?

BOOK ONE ~ I was born Vanessa Montgomery. But to be honest, I have always hated that name. ~ In a small fantasy world where loving your fellow gender is a crime that can get you arrested or worse, killed, Vanessa is asked to choose between going to jail or going to a home for 'getting better' and she might be a little bitch but she knew she would not survive a day in prison so getting better it was. Except if she knew what she was getting herself into, she would have gladly ran to prison and kissed the prison guard personally. In a place where each individuals name is changed into flavours that match their personality and are drawn to one another like magnets. Would she able to ignore the attractions that come out from her in waves for them or would she find herself tangled in a web of madness that she would never be able to escape from? WARNING: This is a polyamory/polyfidelity book with more than three characters having a relationship. There would be slight use of cuss words, mature content and basically everything that makes a book half smut and half fluff.