Devilish Laugh

Jennifer Oxford - A girl who has lost both of her parents in a car accident and now has nothing but a sister who blames her for their parents' deaths; as a result, she is living in an apartment with her best friend without her so-called sister; Jennifer is unknowingly beautiful and kind, yet feisty when she wants to be. William Vernanda - CEO of one of New York's largest corporations; a total cold person with a stone heart. He's pompous and has forgotten how to laugh or even smile. What will happen when these two persons become acquainted? *** William being slapped at his first meeting with Jennifer, but why? Just what happened when these two diametrically opposite poles collided and ended up in such a result? Do you want to know? Then you are extremely welcome...

He was supposed to be the Pack's Doctor. She was a commercial sex worker. He saved her once and during his marital crisis, he stumbled into a masked party uninvited and would have lost his life but she spoke up for him . She is found dead next morning and the wife he loved so much could only laugh and become a whore to their Alpha. He feels responsible for the death of his saviour and tries to uncover the secret behind the masked party only to lose his life. He is reborn and vows to get it right this time. Will he be able to save his marriage as well as his saviour? Will the Alpha still lust after the doctor's wife? What happens when he finds out he is the rightful heir to the throne and not just some Pack's undervalued Doctor?

To help my surgeon husband with his erectile dysfunction, I made an appointment with an expert six months in advance. But as the day approached, Isiah Coleman canceled it without explanation. Just as I was about to call him to demand answers, I spotted a post from his female friend on her social media. My usually stoic husband was beaming as he wrapped his arms around her. The caption read: [Only I can cure your illness.] What struck me, though, was the telltale bulge in his pants in the photo—a reaction I'd never seen from him with me. With a cold laugh, I liked the post and left a comment: [What a miracle worker!] The post exploded, with everyone speculating whether I'd confront the mistress. But what awaited him after the holiday was our freshly printed divorce certificate.

At a company party, Taylor Kennedy plays a game of mouth-to-mouth cookie biting with his female assistant as everyone watches. I blend into the crowd and laugh along. The room instantly falls silent. The assistant bursts into tears and plays the victim. Taylor lets go of her, turns to me, and coldly scolds me in front of the entire company. He berates me for not knowing how to read the room and being a buzzkill. Then, without hesitation, he wraps his arm around the assistant and kisses her deeply as I watch. If this were before, I would've stormed over in a rage and ripped them apart. Then, I would've humiliated her in front of everyone, not caring whose pride I trampled. But now, I feel nothing. Not even as I watch them kiss. Not even though today marks my ten-year anniversary with Taylor.

Christine has cherished her feelings for Steven since their carefree childhood, but he remains oblivious to her affection, leaving her heart aching and invisible in his eyes. Despite her heartfelt attempts to capture his attention, she struggles to make an impression on him. Then, she meets Tyler, a confident rival of Steven in business. Although his arrogance initially irks her, she feels an unexpected intrigue as they spend time together. With each shared laugh, she begins to see a different side of him, prompting her to confront her feelings. As Christine grows closer to Tyler, Steven starts to notice the shift in her demeanor and realizes his own love for her. Now, Christine faces a pivotal choice: will she pursue the love she has always wanted, or embrace the unexpected connection that Tyler offers, filled with new possibilities?

"The deal was to become the fake mother of your twins, live with them and act like their sweet, perfect bossom only. Follow the contract and fucking let go of me" she glared, her hazel eyes wavering as she lay trapped under the devil, on his king-sized bed. "Say that again" his dulcet voice ran deep into her veins, his hand trapping her wrist above the headboard. "Let. Go. Of. Me!" She spat but her breaths hitched when the man slipped his fingers in between her sinfully-soaked thighs. "Aren't you such a bad little liar, dolcissima?" --- Violette La Rosa wasted five years of her life loving a man who saw her as nothing but his financial fountain. On the day of her wedding with him, she found out a secret which shattered her. Stung by the fatal venom of betrayal, Violette resorted to stabbing Dominic on the alter. Jail was inevitable, but in the wild turnaround, she got an offer from the most devilish mafia living—Massimo Visconti,, boss of the Cosa Nostra. Desperate Violette grabbed the offer with her two hands, but can she get used to living with the devil and his spawns?

"Can anyone else make you feel the way I do?" He whispered roughly while trailing kisses down my neck. A soft moan escaped me as I held him tightly "You aren't even my mate." His playful smile turned into a devilish smirk, "And do you think I care about that, little one? Mate-bond or not, I am going to make sure that you are MINE." ........................ The peaceful life of Delilah Dimitri was flipped upside down when she crossed paths with the ruthless and vicious cursed Lycan King, Xander Stoneheart. On her 18th birthday, after shifting into a wolf, Delilah's only hope in this cruel world is her true mate, Alpha Ethan. But to her disappointment, he rejects her and wants nothing to do with her. Heartbroken and shattered, Delilah is so done with the supernatural world. But little does she know that the heartless Lycan King has started to have forbidden feelings for her and is not yet ready to let her go. Adamant to make her his own, would the devil ever be able to win Delilah's heart? What about Xander's own true mate who he needs to break the curse?

“Tell me, Eleanor, do you like seeing me like this? Do you like seeing me angry with you?” he yells, banging the spot above my head. I keep my mouth shut so I don’t say the wrong thing and make him angrier. “Fucking answer me,” “N-N-N-o-o,” I stammer. “If you don't, then why don't you ever listen to me? The spanking wasn’t enough? Do you need me to unleash my beast on you before you listen to me?” he asks, and I shake my head. “Then give me a reason why I shouldn't take you across my legs right now and give you twenty lashes on each ass cheek for laughing at something Evan said,” he says, and I pause for a minute. “You shouldn't spank me because it's my right to laugh or not at what Evan said.” “You see, Eleanor, that's where you’re wrong. Only I can tell you if you can laugh or not.” “Excuse me?” I ask, looking at him confused and wondering if he’s on something. “I own your laughter, Eleanor.” “No, you don't.” “I do. And not just your laughter. I own all of you.” ------------- Eleanor Brown is a lovely lady trying to make ends meets. She lands a job after an unfortunate event happens to her. She is excited and can't wait to start a new chapter in her life. Unknowing to Eleanor, this new chapter of her life will be filled with a lot of troubles. Her boss, Jason Crawford, believes Eleanor wants to work for him for other reasons, and since he can't fire Eleanor, he decides to make things difficult for her. Will Eleanor survive working with a boss who hates her, or will she quit and back off the deal even though she needs money?

By the fifth year of my marriage to Noah Lester, everyone insisted that I, Emma Newman, was his eternal muse. But I knew the truth. Behind my back, Noah cycled through a parade of fresh-faced, eager lovers. He even flaunted them at social gatherings, swapping one for another with shameless ease. When friends teased him—"Didn’t you swear Emma was the love of your life? Why the revolving door of mistresses?"—he’d just laugh, arms slung around his latest conquests. "Once you’ve caught your muse the glow fades. Give me someone new and tender any day—at least they keep things exciting." So I began plotting my escape. What Noah never realized was that I had grown tired of him, too. Tired of this life, of these performances. I was done.

Chuck's beloved ex, Ella, got divorced and showed up with her two-year-old daughter. Without asking me, he let Ella and her kid move into our home. Then Ella posted a photo of Chuck holding the child, captioned: [My husband cheated, so I filed for divorce, gave my baby a new dad, and found myself a new husband.] The comments were full of praise: [Real-life boss woman drama!] I had to laugh—so being a homewrecker is what counts as a strong woman now? Chuck didn't see a problem. He even told the child to call me "Momma." "Ella's husband cheated on her. She's raising a kid alone. As a woman, can't you have a little empathy? I'm just helping her out." Well, I had no empathy to give—not for the mistress, and definitely not for the scumbag.