Novels by Smile

The courtyard buzzed with whispers, the air thick with awe and fear. Students craned their necks toward the black convoy that had just rolled into campus. The name Lancaster carried weight, untouchable, commanding, and dangerous. To see him in person was like seeing royalty, a god among men, every step radiating authority. And then his eyes landed on one girl. Aria. The crowd held its breath. She froze, gripping her bag strap tighter, heart hammering. “Who are you?” Lancaster’s deep voice rolled across the courtyard, every word heavy and sharp. Gasps erupted. Aria’s lips parted, but no sound came out. “Answer me,” he said, stepping closer, eyes piercing through the crowd. Before she could speak, a firm, urgent voice sliced through the tension. “Don’t worry, Papi.” Damian Cole stepped forward, pale but defiant, jaw tight. His usual arrogance clipped, almost trembling, yet his words carried weight. “She’s just a random girl. Stupid, reckless. I’ve got this. You don’t

Dr. Adrian’s phone vibrated on his desk just after dawn. He froze when the name glowed across the screen. Alexander Lanchester. His breath caught. He rarely called. And when he did, nothing good followed. Adrian answered. “Alexander.” The voice that came was smooth, low, and edged with steel. “Adrian. I heard whispers. Your late wife left a significant share of the hospital under your roof.” Adrian swallowed hard. “You have good ears.” “But I do not like whispers,” Alexander said. “I like the truth. And I expect it from you.” Adrian’s grip tightened on the phone. “It is true. She left her shares. That is all.” Alexander’s silence stretched long enough to make Adrian’s chest ache. Then, with calm menace, he said, “Then I will see for myself.” The line clicked dead. Adrian sat frozen, the phone heavy in his hand. The room seemed smaller, the walls closing in. “God help us,” he whispered. By Monday morning, the entire school was in chaos. Rumors spread faster than

Monday morning arrived too quickly. The slap she had delivered in the hospital still pulsed in Aria’s mind like a spark she couldn’t shake off. She told herself she didn’t care, that Damian Cole could drown in his arrogance, but the memory of his eyes locking on hers refused to fade.On campus, the atmosphere buzzed with the lazy energy of the first day of the week. Students clustered in groups, laughter spilling into the air, sneakers scuffing against pavement. Aria hugged her books tightly to her chest and lowered her head. She wanted to melt into the crowd, to vanish into anonymity. But whispers followed her like shadows.“That’s the girl from the hospital, right?” a voice floated behind her.“I heard she slapped Damian Cole,” another answered, disbelief thick in his tone.“No one slaps Damian and survives,” someone else muttered darkly.Aria bit her lip, her pace quickening. Her heart thudded in her chest, each whisper like a dart thrown at her back. The walls of the campus sudden

“The Coles?” People whispered their name like a brand. A family full of men of caliber, power stitched into their bloodline. But only one son was placed above all—Damian. Pampered by his mother, sharpened by his father, he grew into a man who carried the world like it owed him.Aria didn’t care for legacies. She only cared about shutting her eyes and forgetting the way Damian had looked at her in class yesterday, as if peeling away the layers she fought so hard to protect.She rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. “Why am I even thinking about him?”Her phone buzzed against the nightstand. She groaned, grabbing it without checking the screen.“Stop by the hospital tomorrow morning. I don’t know your plans but you must.”She sat up fast. “Damn it, Papi again.” She threw the phone down and pressed her palms to her face. “Does this man ever sleep?”By morning, she dragged herself through her routine black jeans, white shirt, messy bun. A whisper at the mirror escaped her lips. “L

Her mother’s death was no accident.Her past was full of shadows she could never escape.And now, on her first day at a new school, one stare from Damian Cole threatens to unravel the invisible life she worked so hard to build.“They said your mother’s death was an accident,” one nurse whispered in the hall.“An accident? Please,” another muttered. “Accidents don’t leave shadows in corridors.”Aria pulled her blanket tighter. She hated the whispers. She always heard them, even when they thought she couldn’t.The hospital had been her whole world. Machines. Charts. Hushed conversations. Always whispers.Dr. Adrian Cole was the only one who spoke to her without pity.“You don’t have to listen to them,” he told her once. “You’re not their story, Aria.”She looked at him. “Then whose story am I?”“You’re your own,” he answered. “And that’s enough.”But it never felt like enough.That night in her dorm room, her laptop screen glowed against her face.“Focus, Aria. Assignments. Not distract