Dylan O Brien Smile Novels & Stories

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, my husband's childhood sweetheart called, claiming a burst pipe at her home. Without a second thought, he ditched our celebration to play handyman. Moments later, Vivian Duffy's social media lit up with a smug post. [No matter when or where, my Superman arrives at one call. How should I reward him?] Accompanying the post was a photo of scattered condoms and torn clothing on the floor. I forced a smile, picked up my phone, and dialed a number. "My pipe is broken. Care to fix it?"

~"I will not touch you until you beg me to" he whispered the words heatedly in my ears. ~ I never wanted to marry him, he was a stranger, a handsome stranger with looks to rival a Greek god, and a smile that could make angels weep with envy. But it was the wish of my dying father. Marry Ian Quinn, the new owner and a notorious businessman, and ensure our blood continues to be a part of the company. I would be giving up my life, my future. Still, I signed my name on the dotted line. And then I said the two words. I do.

After they pulled me out of the surf, my fiancé, Milo Schneider, looked wrecked—eyes red, breathing all over the place. On impulse, I decided to mess with him. "I think I lost my memory. Where am I?" I kept my face blank. He froze for a second, then shoved his brother, Sean Schneider, toward me. "Sean, take your fiancée to the hospital—now." Yeah. That smile on my face? Gone. Sean pulled me into his arms. "Abigail, I'm your fiancé. Did you forget?"

"Good morning, sir," she said with a smug smile and glanced at the man who was standing in front of the class-Zachary Villarreal, her ex-boyfriend. Angered for her family, Atasha returned to the Philippines after a two-year stay in America. She had heard of her half-sister's upcoming wedding and could not accept it. She could never accept that the people who ruined her life-her unborn child's life-would be happy. She wanted them all to live the same miserable life as hers. "Beg at me, Professor, as you serve my wrath," she mentally noted.

Lucas Ashton and I have secretly dated for five years. We're preparing to announce our relationship during a business dinner. However, he doesn't mention a word of it during the dinner. Instead, he leans close to me and whispers half-jokingly, "I'm sick of sleeping with you and want to call it quits. Shall we not disclose our relationship?" I smile and nod. Then, I point at Emily Lane, his first love. "This is Lucas' girlfriend." In my past life, I pleaded with him not to leave me. All that got me was torment and death.

Prologue The cry of a baby is heard and a maid screamed it's a girl, it's a girl. A smile creapt unto the mother's lip as she carries her child in her hands. She kissed the child , prayed for her and blessed her. I name you Alaina meaning light. She gave the child to the maid. "Please take her to a Faraway place where no one can find her, please help me and protect my child. She's our last hope" the maid nodded with a worried face and took the child. "May the spirits be with you Alaina

Sean is a handsome and lovable guy, known for his gorgeous smile that can effortlessly charm anyone in seconds. He secretly harbors feelings for his close female friend, Lareina, but he lacks the courage to confess, fearing that it might ruin their long-time friendship. Everything changes when Lareina enters college and meets Yvo, her new classmate. Yvo is a stoic, cold-faced guy with an intimidating presence that can silence a room with just a glance. He keeps to himself except when it comes to Lareina, something that deeply unsettles Sean. Now, with Yvo in the picture, how will their intertwined lives unfold?

Mildred Bright, the eighteen-year-old daughter of the Blood Moon Alpha, has spent her entire life training to lead her pack. Fierce, compassionate, and unknowingly the reincarnation of the Moon Goddess, she faces a crisis she never expected: she is falling in love with both of her childhood best friends Kaiden Phanuel, heir to the Black Moon Pack and future Supreme Alpha, and Gray Everhart, the gentle peacemaker whose smile can soothe any storm. Torn by guilt and fear of losing them, Mildred seeks answers, unaware that destiny has already tied their souls together.

Rising star Caspien's sudden disappearance shattered the dreams of his bandmates and left his love, Shaun, heartbroken. Years later, he appeared again but the boy who vanished is now gone. In his place stands a suave, charismatic Casanova, with a smile that can disarm and a reputation that precedes him. Now, he's back, and fate is giving him a third chance - but this time, it's not just about redemption, it's about reclaiming the love he lost, and the heart he broke. Will he win back Shaun, or will the fiery Danica ignite a new passion?