Ninjago Cole Smile

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.

She's a girl who wants out of her abusive life. She's a girl who greets death with open arms. She's a girl who doesn't understand that not everyone is out to hurt her. She's a girl who's about to get something better than death. They are kings who only want to find their mate. They are kings who want nothing more than to spoil and protect her. They are kings who gets there wish and more. They are kings who will do anything to see a sweet smile on their precious mate face.

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.

On the day Tristan Spallone, the head of a mafia family, and I mark our fifth wedding anniversary, the manager of the Spallone family vault calls. Something that was stored away for a long time has finally come due, and Tristan is to retrieve it. He's so busy that he barely has a moment to breathe, so I go in his place. What I bring back is an old roll of film. The manager warned me that if it wasn’t developed soon, its age might cause it to be ruined beyond recovery. But when I have them developed, frame after frame is filled with Winnie Leigh, his first love. Her smile looks so sweet in those pictures that they nearly suffocate me. What about me, one may ask? I never once appeared on his albums. The office door slams open. Tristan bursts in, already out of breath. "Anna, is your life really so empty that you have to dig through mine?" I turn toward him, the man who's usually so composed. I neither question him nor break down. Instead, I speak slowly. "We're getting a divorce." Tristan frowns and thrusts the stack of photos into the shredder. He then looks back at me. "They're gone. Do you still want a divorce?" A bitter smile tugs at my lips. "Yes."

Vanessa Carmichael never dreamed she would marry a man like Alexander Cole, the ruthless, untouchable CEO who commands respect and fear in equal measure. But when her mother’s life hangs in the balance, desperation forces her into an unthinkable deal: a three-year marriage contract with the coldest man she has ever met. Alexander makes one thing clear, this is business, not love. Yet from the moment Vanessa steps into his glittering mansion, their worlds collide in ways neither expected. At high-society galas, he shields her with icy authority. Behind closed doors, he lays down rules she refuses to follow. She pushes back; he pulls her closer. Theirs is a dangerous dance of control, passion, and secrets. But as cracks form in Alexander’s perfect mask, Vanessa begins to wonder, what is he hiding behind those dark, guarded eyes? And will she survive the fire she’s walking into…or burn for him completely?

Amara Cole never dreamed of marrying a billionaire. But when her mother’s hospital bills grew unbearable, she signed a contract that bound her to the cold, ruthless Lucian Hale. One year as his wife. No love. No expectations. No freedom. Lucian is everything she should fear—arrogant, powerful, and heartless. To him, Amara is nothing but a pawn in his world of business and betrayal. Yet the more she endures his cruel words and icy indifference, the more sparks begin to burn between them. But their marriage is far from simple. His jealous ex will do anything to destroy her. His father calls her unworthy. And another man’s kindness makes her question if love is possible outside the contract. Caught between duty and desire, Amara must find her strength before the year ends. Because when a ruthless billionaire starts to fall… the contract is the last thing he’ll obey.

Cole, the were king has been waiting for his mate for more than three hundred years, mates were a difficult thing to find for every supernatural and this was the worse period, one could see his or her mate. Fortunately for him, he got his wish and met his mate, unfortunately for him, his mate even aware of the dangers seem not to care and is determined to get herself into danger. Myra, the heir of the Ubbis race never meant to see her mate. In fact, she never expected that her mate would be the Were king. One of the frontline leaders for the war that was coming. A war that was showing signs of Ubbis betrayal. Then again, her race was very confusing and although the betrayal was not on purpose, it seems like she might not have a choice to make. Not when she was betraying her mate by keeping a secret that was not only hers to keep. Being torn between heart and duty is never a good place to be in.

Mae Cooper m'a accusée de lui avoir fait boire de force de l'aconit. Elle a dit ne plus pouvoir respirer, a affirmé que sa louve est blessée à mort. Cole Grimaldi, mon compagnon Alpha, et nos deux petits ont enfermé ma sœur Oméga dans une énorme cage d'argent. Ils menaçaient de l'arroser d'eau mêlée à cette même herbe vénéneuse, rien que pour me donner une leçon. Je me suis débattue, j'ai supplié, imploré leur pitié. Rien n'a fait fléchir leur décision. À la fin, ma sœur est morte… Et l'amour que je leur portais, lui aussi, s'est éteint avec elle...

Elena stifled a smile, but he already saw her mouth start to curve upwards and he grinned at her. She ignored him. "I'm serious, Chandler." His smile was instantaneous. "Noted." She licked her lips. Her eyes were wide and nervous, and she tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "And you can't me." Chandler tilted his head to the side and studied her. Pushing away from the car, he took a step closer to her. She held her ground, lifting her chin at his approach. "What if you ask me to you?" he said quietly. "Then can I?" Elena exhaled shakily. "I won't do that." "No?" Carefully, he touched his thumb to the curve of her chin. She shook her head, and his hand fell away. "Maybe you won't," he told her. "But hear me right now, love, I'd love it if you asked me for a ." —------ When Elena Davis decided to move to Vacaville, she had just one thing in mind — to start her business over after she'd failed the first time she tried. It'd be nice to live in the same city as her twin sister, and getting reunited with her university crush, Elijah Kendrick doesn't seem like a bad idea. But fate, however, has its own plans and she finds herself drawn to someone else—his brother, Chandler Kendrick.

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.