The Rainbow Kiss Novels & Stories

Commencing something beautiful is a natural,cosmical feeling, it's a beautiful feeling that no one can pass the question easily, writers and poets still can't pass that expressional answer, it's a mystery! Especially when it has took one a decade or more to find that something beautiful. Well...May you excuse me for that, I go by the name of Mia Wood, I'm 22 years of age and I walk my journey with my best friend Chantelle Johnson till I find what I had been yearning for with my CEO, so this is the road I paved and walked on before I came across him. *************

Some nights are nicer than others. I round the corner and there she is—the little redhead—naked with her arms stretched over her head. The vampire demonstrates some sort of rope bondage thing, using the redhead sub as his model. Her white robe pooled at her feet, she obeys with a calm, almost blissed out expression. There’s a smattering of freckles on her arms and shoulders. Her chest rises and falls with deep even breaths as the rope constricts her chest. Her eyelashes flutter. The vampire finishes the demonstration and unties the girl, directing her to put away the rope and sending her off with a smack on her ass. A growl lodges in my throat. Fuck, I’ve been standing here staring for far t

"OK. For your sake, I won’t say your name. I don’t feel like I need to, you and others both know who you are. This is a letter to you. You know what type of person I am, one that doesn’t easily give their heart to someone, but then I met you. From the moment I met you, I knew you were going to change my life. I didn’t think you were going to mean so much to me, but somehow you tore down my walls and I let you in. Hearing about your relationship with Amalia has torn my heart. Baby, I just can't stand seeing you with someone else. Richi, come meet me tonight, even if it's the last. Let's talk this out. Baby, if you don't come I will end my life. Love. Ken." "Who's Ken?" "Ken is a girl Richard

And that threat spread like wildfire. DJ Vibrant came on stage and wrapped an arm around Wakely. I knew she hated to be touched by strangers. The fond memory of her telling me about the pregnant lady rule flitted through my mind. When her father was done babbling, the DJ leaned over and kissed her on her cheek. My hands clenched at my sides. The fucking asshole was going to get it. He was going to get it for touching my girl. She was mine…not his. Wakely made a face when he kissed her, then her face paled when she saw her father staring at her. He charged at her and grabbed her arm as he bolted off stage.

His hands went around my face, and his mouth pressed against mine in a kiss that wasn't just love; it was a promise of a lifetime of surviving, healing, and hope. As soon as our lips touched, the crowd around us cheered and laughed, and the sky changed. The clouds broke apart, a rainbow stretched from horizon to horizon, its colors bright and fiery. It crossed the sea like a blessing written in the heavens. The crowd gasped. Eliot stepped back slightly, his eyes wide, the rainbow reflected in them. He laughed through his tears, pressing his forehead against mine. As the sound of waves, cheers, and wonder filled the air, I closed my eyes and held him close. The world didn't feel like it was a

Marigold replied with a sarcastic laughing emoji, followed by a stack of documents—Chester's years of bank transfers, the insurance policies he purchased, and a record of Florence transferring 300,000 dollars to the truck driver's wife under the guise of personal compensation. Marigold was the friend who had worked at a bank. These underhanded dealings didn't escape her scrutiny. The truth quickly hit me like a bucket of ice water. Marigold said to me, "Ivy, I've been waiting for you. If a man breaks your heart, come back to me. Let's spend our lives together." We had known each other for over two decades, and she often joked like that. Back then, I would laugh along and tease her, saying, "

Yet, the weight in his eyes persisted, a silent plea for understanding. Unable to resist the urge to console him, I closed the distance, my movements graceful and deliberate. I stood before him, studying his face, searching for the unspoken words that lingered between us. Without a word, he enveloped me in a warm embrace, his strong arms providing solace against the cold uncertainty that lingered outside. The tenderness of his kiss caught me by surprise, a gentle exploration of shared sorrow and unspoken longing. Our lips met weaving an unspoken connection between us. In that fleeting moment, the outside world ceased to exist, leaving only the echo of rain and the warmth of Xavier's touch.

As soon as he's out the door, her hell begins. "Do I look nice, hon?" Klarisse gave a little twirl as Kendra looks at her. She had her hair done for today, made sure to wear the right amount of perfume and make up to accentuate her already beautiful face. She wears that LV dress she bought the other day, feeling the need to a dress up for her husband's homecoming. He has been away for two months now for a business trip in Hongkong. And she terribly missed him, she will make sure that he won't let her go after tonight's dinner.

"So I have the rights to take control over the kiss" I blink and my body froze. "W-What?!" "You read the contract so you must aware with the footnote 'every night' darling" My lips parted in disbelief realizing what he said. The footnote 'every night' means 'before midnight' and it's already passed midnight. What the hell?! "Do you remember it now?" I felt him smirk. "Yeah..." my voice drop. "Good. But first thing first, Little. I think I need to give you a short demonstration what a real kiss is really like"