Smile Ff Novels & Stories

On the day I entered my contract marriage with Brian Janson, a flood of comments suddenly flashed before my eyes. [No…! The villainess is going to ruin the male lead’s purity!] [The CEO’s first time should belong to the heroine! Shameless woman, get off his waist right now!] [Are they going to do it or not? I’m on a tight schedule.] [Come on, have some loyalty to the main couple!] [If Brian knew he wouldn’t be able to give Quincy the ‘pure, untouched version’ of himself in the future, he’d probably drown in guilt.] Pure, untouched version? Sorry. I was born a villain, and making trouble is what I do best. So while Brianwas drunk, I leaned in without the slightest bit of guilt. The comments exploded again. [It’s over. They look like they’re about to get married for real!] [Am I seeing things? Did the male lead just… smile?]

One night of desire at my best friend’s wedding and One man I couldn’t forget. I had expected him to be my best friend who I had a crush on for years but now, staring at the stranger in my bed made me realize how I had messed up things badly. With every heartbeat, every glance, pulls me closer to a want I shouldn’t have. “Fuck, Tim… I want to ruin every thought you have about me.” He growled, a small smile making its way to my lips as I unbuckled his belt. I tug the waistband of his pants down. “Ruin me..” I said as his junior springs free from his boxers standing proud, staring at me like it just couldn’t wait for the next action. And I couldn’t either.

At the company's annual meeting, my promotion opportunity goes to an intern instead. I confront Mitchell Wilson, a manager, only to be publicly humiliated. "The industry is in a slump, yet you have the best sales performance in the entire company. Who knows how you get your clients?" I drank until my stomach bled and ended up in the hospital in the middle of the night. I have forced a smile while serving arrogant, sleazy executives. Yet, none of that feels as humiliating as this moment. My ex-boyfriend looks at me gloatingly while holding the intern's hand as they plan a celebration party. Before leaving, he mocks me, "Yvette is the Saccone Group heiress. Once her evaluation period ends, she will go back to inherit the company. Who do you think you are?" I frown in confusion—I am the Saccone Group heiress.

She left Vegas with a poker-chip bracelet and a secret she swore would never catch up with her. It just walked into her boardroom. Damian Holt doesn't recognize her. Five years, a empire built on cold ambition, and one night he clearly forgot. But Elena remembers everything — and now she has to smile across a conference table, close the deal that saves her agency, and pray he never looks too closely at the four-year-old girl waiting for her at home. He looks exactly like his father. The contract gets signed. The proximity gets dangerous. And Damian — brilliant, relentless, infuriatingly perceptive — starts noticing things. The bracelet. The way she tenses when he gets too close. The child in the photo on her desk with his exact eyes. She's running out of time. Neon Temptation. Some secrets don't just come out — they explode.

Alicia thought college would mean books, lectures, and late-night gossip. Instead, she’s stuck with an arrogant, annoying attractive roommate, a charming coursemate who hides scars deeper than his smile, and a secret bloodline that could destroy or save the supernatural world. Raymond is her fated mate, though neither of them knows it yet. His protectiveness is suffocating, his temper terrifying, and his touch dangerously magnetic. Kevin is everything Raymond isn’t kind, dependable. But Kevin carries a painful truth: he was chosen by the Moon Goddess not as her lover, but as her protector. Now, torn between a bond she doesn’t understand and a loyalty she never asked for, Alicia must embrace her true nature as the daughter of a witch and a werewolf. But destiny always demands sacrifice… One will claim her heart. One will guard her life. And one will pay the price for partial redemption.

I followed an account of a couple that was not very popular but was very sweet. The account recorded every detail of the account owner and her boyfriend. They would argue over a plate of pasta and then look at each other and smile, playfully calling the other person a child at heart. They would hug tightly under the starry sky on a mountain top and say that they wished time could stop at this moment. Although the account owner never showed her face, I was still touched by her captions. The account was updated again the day before I was getting married. [Ten years of love ends here. From now on, he's just her husband, and I'm just her best friend. This account will no longer be updated. I wish my best friend and her beloved man a happy ever after.] The photo showed my fiancé, Josh Clark, and me, taken from behind.

He circled her slowly. "Strip. Get on your knees." His silver eyes burned. "I'm going to f** you until your legs give out." Seraphina held his gaze without flinching. "No." A slow smile curved her lips. "I decide now. And you'll beg before I let you taste me." His mouth opened, then shut back. The most powerful king on the continent went silent. *** She was an omega maid auctioned as tribute to settle a war debt while carrying her alpha's secret child and a bloodline that could bring every alpha to his knees. King Vaelarion wanted her body. He never planned on needing her soul. But Seraphina Vale didn't survive twenty-two years of chains to spend the rest of her life on someone else's terms.

“There are wolves in this forest," he bit out. "You're a wolf," I pointed out. "I am aware." "So technically I found the wolf," I said like a smartass. "Which means I'm safe." He cocked his head at me, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "Are you?" **** My name is Sigrun Parker. I fell asleep on a regular night and woke up in a parallel universe. Here, I found out that I am royalty, a princess who has been betrothed to the most feared Alpha of the realm. He is unlike any man I’ve ever known. I don’t want to, but my body craves him I have to find a way to return back home before I do something stupid… …like fall in a love with a man who was never mine.

Joel has always hated werewolf society. As one of the lowest ranked werewolves of the Bournville pack, he has learnt to clench his teeth and smile while having to bow to the authority of the higher ranked members of the pack. When Joel takes a job washing pots at the Alpha’s manor house, he has no idea how quickly his life is going to change.Casper, the Alpha’s son has spent the last five years unsuccessfully looking for his mate. When an unlikely friendship forms between Casper and Joel, they both begin to question everything they thought they knew and whether there is more to their friendship than they realise.Emily is the daughter of an Alpha from a rival pack. When the Alphas of the two packs decide to form an alliance, they decide the perfect way to achieve this is through the marriage of their children Emily and Casper.When the time comes, will Casper choose Emily over his possible mate? Or will the decision never be his to make?

(#MM_Romance #BL #Enemies_to_Lovers #Time_Travel #Sports_Romance #Possessive_Top #Sickly_Bottom #Hidden_Identity) To save the very pitcher who once ruined his entire existence, a genius catcher risks everything and leaps back in time for the third time. On the diamond, Haneul Jang is a brilliant, masterclass catcher trapped inside a fragile, aching body. To the rest of the world, he and Yuhwan—the arrogant, tyrannical ace pitcher—are bitter rivals who utterly loathe the sight of each other. But beneath Haneul’s cold, sarcastic smile lies a dangerous secret: he already knows the tragic future, and he is desperately, secretly in love with the monster on the mound. Bound by a twisted fate and unspoken desires, the two fiercely push each other to the absolute limit. Will their volatile tension cause them to crash and burn in utter ruin, or will they forge the most perfect, unstoppable battery—both dominating the game and breaking the rules under the sheets? (Image by whif.io)