Smile While Crying Novels & Stories

At the wedding, Victoria Langley's childhood friend, Spencer Calloway, catches the wedding bouquet that she's just tossed. He arches a brow at her. "Does this mean I'll have to propose to someone? Well then, Vic, are you willing to elope with me?" Victoria's bridesmaids begin cheering on him. Amid their loud cheers and giggles, they push Victoria into Spencer's arms. "Give us a kiss!" "What's with that shy look, Spencer? Didn't you bury your face into Victoria's chest and hold her while sleeping on the same bed at the bachelorette's party last night?" Victoria giggles as she pinches one of the bridesmaids. "What's with the ruckus? My husband is still here, you know!" But the tips of her ears have secretly gone red. Spencer's lips curl into a wicked smile as he shrugs nonchalantly. "I'm fine with it. It's just that a certain someone's mooch of a husband will be pissed." Only then does Victoria turn to look at me. She pinches me on the chin gently while saying to me casually, "C'mon, it's just a joke. Don't be so petty." Then, she declares, "Let's continue the wedding." But I wave Victoria's hand away coolly before taking the microphone from the wedding host. "Spencer wants to crash this wedding, right? Well, I'm taking everything seriously now." Three days later, Victoria's eyes become red-rimmed as she stands outside the courthouse. As for me, I've never looked back ever since.

Sebastian Sterling was the CEO of the Sterling Group, ranked third among the world's wealthiest business leaders. We had a five-year-long relationship, three years of which we lived together. He told me he loved me so much that he was willing to sacrifice himself for me, yet he never gave me the title of Mrs. Sterling. During those three years of living together, he betrayed me three times, pushing me into hell with his own hands. The first time, he secretly obtained a marriage certificate with his close friend's widow. However, he knelt before me, crying and begging me to believe that it was just for protection. The second time, under the spotlight of media cameras and thousands of watching eyes, he held her hand and announced that she was his wife and the lady of the Sterling family. Backstage, he gripped my hand and swore in a low voice that he would marry me once everything ended. The third time, he spent a passionate night with her and got her pregnant. I discovered the truth when I saw them at the hospital, attending a prenatal appointment together. Loving him was death by a thousand cuts. I forgave him again and again, yet he betrayed me every time. One day, I finally walked away. In my pocket was my positive pregnancy test—I was carrying the child he had always wanted. Only then did Sebastian collapse to his knees in regret, crying out my name with a broken voice. However, he had lost not just me, but the heir he never knew existed too!

My sister-in-law, Alicia, insisted that her son was a chosen fighter, blessed by God and immune to harm. The truth was far darker: every injury meant for him was being transferred onto my daughter. His congenital heart disease disappeared overnight. While most children his age were still carefully protected, he was already taking part in extreme sports and never suffered so much as a scratch. Meanwhile, my once-healthy daughter weakened day by day. She began to suffer unexplained fractures throughout her body. There was not a single place left uninjured. It was impossible not to see the connection. When I voiced my suspicions to my husband, Jeff Charlton, and my mother-in-law, Kelly Freeman, they dismissed me as delusional. They accused me of being jealous that Alicia had given birth to a prodigy, while I had nothing but a "worthless" daughter. Later, Alicia's son completed a trek across the Saharain Desert and became an overnight sensation, a child star adored by millions. At the same time, my daughter suddenly collapsed from heatstroke and died without warning. Alicia went live on her platform, accusing me of making false claims out of envy. Her followers believed every word. They hunted me down and ended my life. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the moment Alicia first proclaimed her son a miracle child. This time, I was no longer a powerless mother. As a specialist doctor, I calmly pulled on my gloves. "Alicia," I said with a smile, "Let me examine my nephew and see if he's truly cured."

My husband, a regiment commander, once promised me he'd only accompany his depressed first love ninety-nine times. But when I finally reached that ninety-ninth tally, I saw the two of them locked in a tight embrace. After that, I stopped crying and begging him not to go to her. I only asked him for a safety locket—a small blessing for our soon-to-be-born child. At the mention of the baby, his expression softened. "When I get back," he said gently, "I'll go with you to the hospital for the checkup." I nodded obediently. I didn't tell him that ten days earlier, I had already filed for divorce. Now, our divorce was final.

I used to be so madly in love with him, my life revolved around him. Damian was the only name I knew until she came back. The woman from his past, my step sister and she didn’t come alone. She brought along a child with her and my husband accepted them with open arms leaving me to myself. I was also pregnant, I was also crying his child but that was for me to know. Damian looked me in the eyes and told me he didn’t want me. What he didn’t know was that, the rouge Alpha of the silverclaw pack and his Beta has found a liking to me….everything was about to change.

"I'm sorry Gerald, I'm not ready to be devoted to one man, that's why I cannot agree to this marriage,” Caroline said and Gerald stood there surprised and dejected. She gave him their baby and left to pursue her dreams. Just then, the baby started crying and he panicked. Caroline didn't drop anything for him, not food, nothing. What was he supposed to do now? This is so messed up. He hires Tiffany Lawrence to become the billionaire child’s nanny. Tiffany is an orphan, a college dropout, struggling with petty jobs to pay her sister’s tuition fees. Life of Gerald and Tiffany were soon to take a surprising shift and the best and worst times of their lives ensue.

I had been engaged to Atlas Payne, a powerful CEO, for five years. This was the 21st time he had canceled our wedding ceremony. The first time, his secretary, Jasmine Scott, sprained her ankle. He left me by the roadside and rushed to the hospital. The second time, Jasmine cried and made a scene on the eve of our wedding, so he left me alone on the red carpet. The Payne family was powerful, while I was merely the daughter of a housekeeper. Therefore, everyone advised me to just deal with his mood swings. Every time Atlas left me behind, he would solemnly apologize and promise me that the next wedding attempt would definitely go smoothly. I kept believing him. Even though I was not the family's legitimate mistress, I still handled all the family affairs for him. I waited and waited, but the wedding ceremony never came. All I received was news that Jasmine was pregnant. This time, I had no reason to convince myself to stay. "I will never let you leave my side. If you ever disappear, I’ll make sure to use my family's influence to find you." The sweet words he once said to me were now a cage that trapped me. On Christmas Day, I prepared to leave him for good. I started a fire at home. Even the most powerful family would not be able to find someone who was supposedly dead. Years later, I unexpectedly came across Atlas kneeling at my ‘grave’. He was always so stern, but now, he was crying and begging me to come home and see him again.

..."Fucking take my cock like a good little slut." Jenna could only sob and cling to his shoulders as he fucked her into the mattress, too overwhelmed by sensation to do anything else. She could feel Alex behind her, suddenly, rubbing his own sticky cock between her ass cheeks, teasingly. "Please," she whimpered brokenly. "Need you both..." One midnight train ride turned Jenna into a dripping, hole-wrecked mess. A brutal stranger fucked her raw in the aisle until she squirted across the seats. A bathroom quickie left another man’s cum leaking down her thighs. Then the Syndicate came for her. Now she’s collared, caged, and passed between powerful men who stretch every hole past breaking. Electro-clamped nipples, inflating plugs, double-cock DP marathons, throat-fucked until she’s crying cum-bubbles, and public gangbangs while strangers watch and film. She was supposed to escape. Instead, she begs to be filled again… and again… and again. Begging unleashes hell; electro-clamps fry swollen tits to gushing orgasms; inflating plugs stretch pussy/ass to tearing screams; caged like a bitch as Master's paddle cracks welts bloody-red. MMF savagery explodes, where dual cocks grind through her thin walls in DP creampie marathons, throat-bulging face-fucks choke her on twin loads, and every hole is plugged/leaking/stuffed in endless breed-chains. Collaring brands her eternal Syndicate cum-pet, public gangbangs, zap-torture squirts, and piss-soaked submission. Raw, relentless, and hole-ruining ecstasy. Will Jenna escape the Syndicate's cock-collar... or beg to be their forever-drenched fucktoy?... Or get trapped back to David?

Eighty-five raw, dripping, boundary-shattering stories. Eighty-five ways to get fucked senseless. This isn’t romance. This is pure, merciless sin—cocks stretching tight, dripping pussies, tongues licking where they were never meant to go, and strong hands pinning you down until you’re begging, shaking, and ruined. From forbidden priests breaking their vows to claim you on the altar, to ruthless stepfathers spreading you open on the kitchen counter while your mother sleeps upstairs. From powerful doctors “examining” you until you’re soaking their gloves, to billionaire best friends fucking you raw behind your husband’s back. You’ll be sold at a dark private auction, stripped and displayed like a prize. You’ll pay rent with your holes in the filthiest ways imaginable. Professors, gym instructors, landlords, and strangers in the shadows will take every inch of you—rough, deep, and without mercy. These virgins will have their bellies pumped full of cum. Fingers will rip through tight, wet walls until you’re screaming, crying, and begging for more. Public fucks, forbidden touches, gangbangs, and nights so dirty you’ll need to shower twice—only to touch yourself all over again. Get your towels. Get your toys. Get ready to be wrecked by every filthy fantasy you’ve ever had… and a hundred more you didn’t know you craved. If you can’t handle raw, dripping-hot, mind-corrupting sex—close the book now. If you want your pussy aching, your ass red, and your mind utterly ruined… welcome to Sinful Surrender.

"Are you disgusted now?" She asked with a dark smile, "After seeing my real face, do you still want to be with me? A woman seeking her own family's downfall," "I am not disgusted nor am I going to leave you," He answered grabbing both her arms and pulling her toward him until their lips almost touched, then he whispered, "In fact... There's no way that I'm letting you go now, my devious hacker," Nadia's life is a carefully woven web of secrets and revenge. By day, she's the impeccable assistant with unparalleled skills, while by night, she's a single mother and an astute hacker, plotting the ultimate revenge against her own family. Everything was on track until her enigmatic boss, desperate to escape an arranged marriage, stumbles upon her hidden life. Their unlikely alliance turns her world upside down, forcing her to reveal her true self to save her intricate plan. As they navigate a treacherous path together, a volatile mix of attraction and deception unfolds, threatening to either destroy her or grant her the vindication she's long sought.