Novel & Cerita Draco-malfoy Smile

Logan McAlister is L.A.'s most eligible bachelor, he's sexy has a killer smile and of course a big ego to go with. What most people don't know is he has a secret life that can't get out or it will ruin his billion dollar business and get him killed. The last thing Logan needs is someone asking questions. Lilly Peters is a 1st grade teacher in Arizona that has always wanted a peek at the fast life in L.A. She decides to resign from teaching and move on to the big city life. She takes a personal assistant job at a well known take over company, she is excited about her first day until she meets her sexy egotistical boss Logan McAlister. She doesn't quite know what to think of Logan when he is always looking at her with that sexy smile. Will Logan keep his secrets to himself? Will Lilly get her heart wrapped up in a secret life she never meant to be a part of?

Meeting me is for fate, having you is what I have always wanted. The first time she went to the bar, Rose encountered a pervert, watching his horrible smile shield her feeling very uncomfortable. Fortunately, there was a handsome guy who helped you get rid of his claws. But it seemed that this handsome guy was a bit arrogant, yes, she just wanted to invite him a meal as a thank you but that disdainful attitude made her very angry. The second time I bumped into him during the viewing, his impression on her seemed a little changed, he was a cold outsider in the heat that made her lonely heart beat throughout her 23 skies. At the same time, her recent manuscript was rejected by her management because she couldn't feel the love of the character, so the water pushed the boat she risked sawing down the handsome general within a month. Thanks to her best friend's ingenious military master, she created bad stories crying and laughing during the process of sawing.

My smile wasn't the only thing that dropped. I lost my balance and I found myself slipping to the floor, I was supposed to have a bad fall but I was able to catch myself before that happened. "Holy fuck" that was the first word which escaped my lips. Dante Garvino was seated right in front of me with his green deadly eyes pinned on me. "Dante" I mumbled under my breath, how was I going to provide 400 million dollars?" Ashely had been kidnapped by Dante Garvino, a well knowned feared alpha mafia Lord. A man who was trained on how to destroy and torture with his heart as cold as ice, he claimed she committed a heinous crime and she must pay for her actions but when opposite attracts she finds herself smitten and drawn to his enigmatic ways but his enemies are against it as his dead long secrets comes to light, she is one woman who brought him down on his knees.

Syria has always obeyed. Not because she wanted to but because disobedience meant punishment. Or worse, death for the only person she still loves. Controlled by her uncle, silenced by fear, she's spent her life surviving. But on the day of her cousin’s wedding, something inside her finally snaps. Dressed like a bride, paraded like property, she was meant to smile and stay quiet. Instead, she picks up a brush and paints a nightmare, exposing the truth in front of the entire pack. It was supposed to be her rebellion. Her first and final act of defiance before disappearing forever. Then he sees her. An Alpha, cold, powerful, and dangerous, drawn to the fire. And for the first time in her life, Syria chooses something for herself. Something reckless. She asks for one night with him. One night to feel free, to feel like she belongs to no one but herself. But freedom comes with a price. Now they’re bound by more than just heat and instinct. And Syria realizes it was too late…

Amaraiah “Aya” Reyes’s success as the Senior Marketing Manager of Madriaga Enterprises stands as proof of her skill and dedication. That’s what the public sees—her confident smile, her flawless image. But behind it all, she carries a secret that could change everything. She is secretly married to the company’s CEO, Zedrick “Zed” Madriaga. He was the man she first fell in love with. It was a marriage born from complicated circumstances, a binding agreement that both connects and divides them. Through the years, Aya learned to play the role expected of her—prim, proper, and untouchable even at the cost of her true feelings. But now, Zed wants more than shadows and silence. He wants to live in a world where they no longer have to hide from each other. With Aya’s growing success drawing public attention—and with people ready to expose the truth. So, she must make a choice. Will she keep living the perfect lie, or will she finally fight for who she really is… even if it costs her everything?

He rejected me. The moon bound my soul to his, but James Cantu, Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack, looked straight in the eyes and said to me “I am not worthy”. I am weak. Too pitiful. Too broken. And when he turned his back on me, I carried a secret he never knew, his child. Later on, time passed, but fate is wicked. He returned. He wants me back, not as the pitied and miserable girl he once rejected, but as the woman I’ve become. And now I already have a lover but when his eyes meet a child with my smile and his wolf’s scent, everything unfolds. Now, the Alpha who shattered me wants me. He will stop at damn all to have me back. But between jealous rivals, evil enemies, and a fight that threatens Moonveil itself, I don’t know if I can endure giving my heart to him again. Because love is a menace when it belongs to a wolf.

"You think you have a choice?" Alberto's voice was low and lethal. "I am Alpha Supreme. What I decide is law." Akira, trembling on her knees, looked up at him through tears. “You can punish me all you want. It won’t change the truth. I love Gonzalo.” His jaw tightened, he could feel his blood boil from so much anger. “You are bound to me by fate, Akira. You’re mine, whether you like it or not.” But Akira didn’t flinch. Her heart belonged to another—and she refused to live in fear. Alberto’s cold smile returned. “As for my dear brother… he’ll pay for touching what’s mine.” Torn between fate and forbidden love, Akira must face the wrath of an Alpha scorned. Will Alberto’s obsession destroy them all, or will love defy destiny? When bloodlines, betrayal, and prophecy collide, only one truth remains—love may be a choice, but survival is certain.

Seven years married to the Don, and I was finally worn down. During the family meeting I was buried in the paperwork and didn't notice my coffee cup had left a ring on the table. Elio brought the whole thing to a halt. "Danielle. The coaster. I'm not going to say it a third time." Every capo at the table turned to look at me, helpless. My face burned. Then his secretary, Fiona, reached over with a coaster and knocked the coffee over herself. He was on his feet in an instant, all concern. "You okay? Did it burn you?" I froze. I had never once seen Elio go this gentle in the middle of chaos. Fiona gave a shy little smile and came over to me. "Donna. Your coaster." I looked at that young, pretty face of hers. So it wasn't that Elio had no rules. He just didn't use them on her. I stood up. And with everyone watching, I walked straight out of the meeting room. Elio, I'm done waiting on you.

When I catch Antonio Ragusa in bed with another woman for the ninth time, he doesn't even look afraid. All he does is glance at the time, get out of bed, and hand his jacket to the woman in bed. Then, he looks at me and asks, "What did the doctor say at your prenatal checkup? Why are you back so early?" When he sees me staring at the woman on the bed, he steps forward to block my sight. "I lost control for a moment. She isn't to blame. If you're mad, just take it out on me." Antonio thinks I'm going to react the way I always do—screaming and starting another fight with my face flushed with rage. But he never expects that this time, I simply smile when I hear it. He's probably forgotten that the five-year alliance between our Famiglie is almost over. And when it does, I can walk away for good.

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."