Jaemin Smile

Attractive and beautiful woman with most precious smile was Nina Fernandez. It was a well-known restaurant of the city and she was there with her friend, Sara. Nina was married to a small heighted but a very loving guy, Fernandez. They lived in a posh area of city. “I don’t believe in marriage; it is not more than a jail” the words shook her but more than that it was the voice which she could recognize among thousands. It was the voice of her ex- boyfriend, Oscar Hurt, who was with some classy looking lady. Nina was stunned to saw Oscar after 10 years.

[ WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "You're an offer to me this night and there's nothing you can do to change my mindset, because, after this day, I'm going to be your worst nightmare," he said in that blink of a scary smile that washed across his lips. _____ She was convinced to have a nightstand with a stranger to save her father's legacy, but never in her life had she thought after that night. Her life was going to change completely and she would become a bride to the ruthless man in the city.

When broke event planner Isabella “Izzy” Hart agrees to fake an engagement with cold, commanding tech billionaire Alexander Blackwood, she thinks it’ll be simple: smile for the cameras, fake a few kisses, collect the money, and walk away. But nothing about Alex is simple. Not the way he looks at her. Not the way he touches her like she belongs to him. And definitely not the way he says: “If this is just business… why does it feel like you’re mine?” It was supposed to be fake. Now neither of them knows what’s real.

Lilienne Winslow "I'm a mess of warm chaos but I won't let you see it in my eyes, I smile every time but I won't let you see the sadness behind them ,it's pathetic" Rowan Sinclair "Your chaos doesn't frighten me; it draws me in. you wear a smile that dances like sunlight through shadows, but know this, my love: I see beyond the facade. Behind those shimmering eyes lies a world of storms, and it's not pathetic, it's beautifully human. Let me be your anchor in this tempest; let me cradle your sadness and transform it into something radiant. Even when you feel lost, I'll be right here, holding you tight." Neither of them ever wished for the union of marriage, not the weight of a promise, that felt more like chains. two souls adrift, untamed, untouched by love's hand.Yet fate, with silent steps, wove them into one, In a bond neither sought, but neither could withstand. He, a man of steel, a man of few words and of unshaken resolve, She, a spirit of grace, a woman of quiet strength,carrying wounds, no one cared to see. In the quiet vows exchanged, hearts kept their guard,But in the silence between them, emotions sparked, unbarred. In his silence, she found a space to breathe. In her fragility, he found something worth protecting.

Everything is ready on the day of my wedding. But the bride, Adella Marlowe, is nowhere to be seen. That's when she texts me on my phone. Apparently, as a national shooting champion, there's a last-minute competition that she has to attend right away, all consequences be damned. But the next day, I see a social media post uploaded by Raiden Chase, the newest recruit in Adella's team. In the photo, I see Adella with one foot on a dead wild boar while propping her gun with a proud smile on her face. The caption goes, "I'm so glad to have a wife who's also a national shooting champion! Now, Grandma won't have to worry about her corn fields getting attacked by wildlife!" As I stare at the post, I just smile and leave a comment. "As expected of the champion whose heart goes out to the normal folk!" Adella quickly calls me the next moment. "Delete your comment right now! Also, stop being all passive-aggressive around me! It's just a missed wedding; must you be so snide about it?" This isn't Adella's first time leaving me at the altar. It's been two years, and every time she ditches me at the altar, she always has an excuse to do so. I just hang up on Adella without saying a word. She's right, though. This is just a wedding, isn't it? I might as well call it off once and for all.

Stella's heart soared at the thought that only her son would be returning home for the Christmas holiday. It was a dream come true for her, one she had been looking forward to. Her heart was filled with sheer bliss until the moment she laid eyes on Trevor after five years, standing by the door with her son. The object of her wildest fantasies and long hidden secret. Trevor, in the flesh, with that knowing, seductive smile on his face that makes her thighs throb with desire. Stella scolded herself for even entertaining such sinful and forbidden thoughts, knowing that he was her son's best friend. But her body, her traitorous body, reacted instinctively to his presence, every part of her awakened by his mere gaze."Stop it, Stella!" she scolded herself again. "This is wrong."But she couldn't help it. Trevor had a way of making her feel alive, and the knowledge that he would be spending two weeks in her home only added to her inner turmoil. One look, one smile, one touch from him, and she was already trembling with desire. She knew it was wrong, but it felt so right.God help her, knowing that these two weeks with Trevor would be a tempting disaster waiting to happen. But she couldn't resist the allure of his presence, and she feared that her deepest secret would be unraveled in the process, turning her world upside down.

A girl that always smiling, jolly, she wants to be with her friends all the time. Azaria Bryn Garcia, she wants to be the best and make her parents proud. Even though she's always happy most of the time, in her beautiful smile there is a hidden sadness there. Until she met Steven Zayn Xiao, they became friends because they're classmates. "I'm tired of being like this" "Bakit hindi ko ramdam yung pagmamahal niyo?!" "Pati sarili kong pamilya, ayaw din sa akin" And this happened...

The love she made was sincere, but she was only regarded as a tool and inferior, discarded rudely. While she was down, she made a pact with a cold man. "You have become mine. Obey everything I say, Noella." Enrick held the tip of my hair. He kissed it with a savage look in his eyes. "To me, this is an entertaining little show. Are you going to give me even greater pleasure?" The smile he showed always made my body move. Can I really not run away like he wants?

"I can't taste my lips... Could you do it for me?" Laira Alastair become more seductive as she swayed her hips and danced to the beat of boisterous music while staring at the most handsome male specimen she'd ever seen - her unknown fiancee. She was the newest member of La Tigra; a place where all your kinky desires become reality. To prevent the bankruptcy of their family business, she had to marry their business partner's son. But marrying someone she doesn't know and love wasn't her cup of tea. She did the 'Plan B's, and that was to auction herself into bidding held at La Tigra every first of the month. *** With his dark as night eyes, to die for his devilish smile and gorgeous body, Matt Theodore 'Matteo' Vitale, had to marry a woman chosen by his family. But a woman wearing a printed tiger dress and mask got his attention. She was the most expensive woman auctioned at La Tigra's Hotel owned by one of his friends. Without blinking his eyes, he bought that tigress to be his future mistress. What if he finds out that the woman he bought at La Tigra was his unknown fiancée and doesn't do marriage for convenience? Do his devilish smile and gorgeous body can tame the wild tigress hearts roaming around the city?

I met him in a place no sane woman should ever be in Blackgate Prison. As a prison therapist, I was trained to see danger. Every part of me screamed to stay away, but I couldn’t. He was a legend behind bars, Nikolai Sokolov, ruthless, untouchable, the leader of one of Russia’s most feared Mafia syndicates. Darkness clung to him like a second skin. The dim light carved his face into something sharp and dangerous. He looked at me, cold and unreadable, and held me in place with his gaze. “Who are you?” His voice was rough, heavy with threats and scars I couldn’t see. I forced a smile, trying to keep my voice steady. And yet… a part of me felt at home in this danger, a shadow inside I had never admitted, one that hummed quietly at his presence. It was darkness like his, though he couldn’t know it. “I’m Dr. Korovin. I’m here to evaluate you.” The chains rattled as he shifted, a predator testing the limits of his cage. His lips curved, not into a smile, but into a warning. “My name is Nikolai,” he said slowly, deliberately, heavy with threat. “Remember it, Doctor.” I should have been scared. I should have run. But something inside me stirred, something dark, like him, and I didn’t yet understand it.