Cocky Smile

The night before my mating ceremony with Alpha Garrett Northwood of the Silverpine Pack, he held a grand Luna ceremony for my silver-poisoned stepsister behind my back. He held Serena close under the starlit sky, his smile tender in a way I'd never seen: "You're the only one I truly love, Serena." "Even though Maya and I are already registered as mates with the Alpha Council, she'll never have my heart. You're the only one I recognize as my Luna." The pack members cheered and blessed them as they completed the ceremony with joy. I watched it all without crying or screaming. Instead, I quietly scheduled an abortion appointment. I've loved Garrett Northwood for twelve years, ever since I first shifted as an adult. But his heart still only had room for my stepsister Serena. If that's how it was, I'd let go. Later, I joined the secluded Herbal Research Center of the Alpha Council. I left Garrett nothing but a mate bond dissolution agreement. But for some reason, Garrett—who had always treated me with disdain—suddenly went crazy begging me not to leave.

On the day Andrew Selwyn is elected as the pack's Beta, we promise to have our bonding ceremony a month later. Seven days away from the ceremony, he suddenly decides to pursue his first love, Lucy Grimm. He wants to make up for the time they had lost apart. If he gets back together with Lucy, he hopes I will give them my blessing. If he can't win her over, he'd let go of his obsession and return to complete the ceremony. He'd spend the rest of his life loving and protecting me. Gazing at his sincere expression, I smile and say, "Alright. As long as it makes you happy, I won't stop you." The moment he turns and leaves, I can no longer hold back my tears. All along, Andrew's heart belonged to someone else. Later, I contact my best friend, Selena Jones, through the mind link. "My bonding ceremony has been canceled," I say flatly, my voice thick with helplessness. "Didn't you want me to lead the research team at your institute out of town? I'll do it. When do we leave?"

"Will u really do anything? " he asked raising his eyebrows.. "Yes..I will do anything " she replied without thinking for a second.. An evil smile came on his face..he suddenly came closer to her lips..her breath stop for a second with this sudden proximity.. "If I asked u to become my whore instead of Aeron will u do that?" He whisper near her lips... Ava looked at him without blinking...she can't believe that he was asking her all these things... Before a tear slipped slipped from her eyes..he suddenly moved back with a smiling face.. ".I will become Ur biggest nightmare My gorgeous badluck..u dont know what u have agreed to " he said smiling "I hope am not getting myself into more trouble" she thought to herself..but now it was too late.. They both get agreed to something from which they can't turn back now.. Either she will become his luckiest charm..or he will become her badluck.. To know what happen to them..get ready to enjoy the journey of his gorgeous badluck... Rayan- 25 years old..the most sexy..good looking ..mysterious yet charming man..who can get anything in his life in just a blink of his eyes except one thing...that is love.... he can fight with anything in his life except one thing..his badluck...his badluck of letter A ..because of some series of events happened in his past, he started believe in these things.. So what will happen..when he will get love who will become his badluck...that's really gonna be treat to see.. Ava - 23 years old.. the most carefree..bubbly girl ..she believes in making her own way..even where there is sign board of no entry.. So what will happen when she will came in Rayan's territory..will he let her come.... Join the journey of OH NO..SHE IS MY LUCK.. MY GORGEOUS BADLUCK..

He straddled me, his hips swirling in slow, maddening circles. His body was right there, pressing into mine, and I couldn’t escape it; I didn’t want to. His hands found mine and guided them to his chest, and when my palms touched his warm skin, I was gone. My pulse was a blur of frantic beats pounding in my ears, drowning out the crowd's cheers and whistles. With his face inches from mine, Alec leaned in. His breath ghosted over my lips, his smile, cocky, knowing, playful, and somehow tender all at once. “You okay there?” he asked with an amused tone, and I opened my mouth, desperate to say something—anything—but nothing came out. My throat was dry, my skin was on fire and my mind was completely blank. All I could do was stare at him, completely mesmerized by how his body moved against mine and that wicked smirk on his lips. Before I knew it, heat pooled low in my belly, spreading downward, and I instinctively clenched my thighs together to stop the throbbing that ignited between my legs, but it was too late as I dampened the soft leather.

"A great alpha handles pack affairs outside, and chores at home." my mate Luke had posted. I stared at these words. It was a post from my mate, Luke's Instagram. In the picture he was in a vineyard pruning grapes. Chores at home? Luke who would not even help me to clean a table was actually helping someone else. He had left this morning saying he was going on werewolf business, but from these pictures he was at a she-wolf's vineyard in our pack. A bitter smile escaped my lips as I quietly liked the post and put of my phone. Whatever was coming next, I did not know. But I knew it was over.

The dark and brooding Ashlyn was the daughter of an Alpha and owned the position of pack commander. Having only one friend by her side, others found her too intimidating and unapproachable. Ashlyn closed herself off after being betrayed by Elijah. The one who was once her best friend and love of her life. Now, he was her mate. He didn't know, and that's how she preferred it to be. He broke her by choosing another over her. As the beta of the Azure pack, Elijah was respected and liked by his pack mates. Smart, reliable, and capable— he was the man with many responsibility upon his shoulder. Behind that polite and gentle smile of his was a mind filled with various sly schemes. Thus came his nickname 'scheming bastard' from Ashlyn. What happens when he learns that Ashlyn is his mate? Will he accept her? Will she allow him to be with her?

"You like what you see?" Said Kate "Absolutely" "It's all yours for the night. You can touch. You can feel it. You can taste it too." "Damn! That sexy voice! Thirty-five-year-old Christopher Martins is the CEO of a world-leading construction company. He's got the money, the body, and the cute face but has never loved a woman – until that night. He sat in that exclusive room and could not take his gaze away from a beautiful young striper whose alluring smile beckoned him. "It was love at first sight." The kind of love that gets you stuck between love and ethics. Will he go ahead with a relationship after the one-night stand? Will he be able to make her his? Just his! Will he continue to love Kate Davis when he learns of her unspeakable relationship with his only brother?

“We’re friends,” I said, voice barely steady. Aaron’s lips curled, slow and cruel. “No, we’re not.” “Friendship’s too pure for this.” His hand slid to my waist, hot and claiming as he yanked me flush against him. “Do friends kiss like this?” He kissed me. Hard. Possessive. “Or grab each other like this?” A squeeze to my ass. A gasp. “Or think filthy little thoughts?” His breath burned against my ear. “Touch themselves to it?” My cheeks flamed. My body betrayed me. “Stop lying, Venus.” His voice was a growl. “I feel it. Every time I’m near you.” I whispered, “But you don’t even like me.” His smile was pure sin. “I don’t have to like you to fuck you.” Then the offer: “Let’s get it out of our system. No lies. No strings. Just truth.” He grabbed my chin, eyes lit with hunger. “Say the word, princess.” A whisper against my lips— “I’ll ruin you.” And God help me… I wanted him to. --------- Aaron Sinclair needs a bride to claim his inheritance. Venus Carter needs a miracle to save her dying mother. What begins as a cold contract marriage spirals into a dangerous game of buried trauma, stolen identities, and forbidden attachment. He’s ruthless, closed off, and refuses to love. She’s resilient, lost, and refuses to stay unloved. But when secrets unravel revealing a stolen childhood, a tragic past, and a vengeful stepmother, their fake marriage is the only thing standing between them and destruction. In a world ruled by power and silence, will love dare to speak first or break them both instead?

Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and just barely recognizing yourself in the reflection? Well that is me, I have loved and lost. Survived and thrived, screamed and cried into my pillow tears nobody else got to see. But I never gave up hope, never lied down and never let them see me cry. Until him, he could see past the facade and see the real me. He wanted to love me, concole me and protect me. But I have lost hope in humanity, men, true love because life just arent a fairytale right? Its hard work and nothing comes easy even if you would like to believe it does it just doesnt. He is my mothers new husbands son and 10 years older than me. His blue eyes keep staring at me, it should warm me to the core right. Make me feel something anything. But it doesn't he makes women run after him and beg on their knees. But me, I have been down this road before. The charming smile, arrogant cocky attitude. It always ends the same, me covered in bruises crying on the bathroom floor. Thinking its all my fault, all me. But he just wouldn't let go. He wouldn't give up. And the more I turn him down the more it turns him on. I am only that strong before I give in,and even though I know how this is about to end. If he keeps staring at me with desire in his eyes as if I am the reason he is breathing. I know I am about to take the leap this can go down to damn ways. But the question is do I or dont I. Because fear can be your anchor or it can be your wings

I met my mate, Alpha Draven, at the bonding ceremony of our classmate Raven—seven years after I rejected him. But everything had changed. He was still handsome and prestigious, with his beautiful mate clinging to his side. And me? I stood there in an old-fashioned uniform, black-rimmed glasses perched on my nose— a relic from another world. Yes. We were from two completely different worlds now. In the middle of the ceremony, I overheard some werewolves whispering and laughing. "Draven, have you finally moved on from her rejection? It's been seven years, after all." His smile faded. "Honestly, I didn't even recognize her at first glance today." Their words struck me like claws to the heart. I couldn't breathe. So I left—quietly, halfway through the ceremony—before the pain could completely devour me.