Original Smile Dog

Everyone is envious of me for having someone like Dominic Cruz, who's love-brained, as a husband-to-be. He's rich, handsome, and highly educated. I smile without saying anything, but I nod happily. However, on the day I'm misdiagnosed, he goes missing. He's so engrossed in his secret lover that he forgets all about me. So, I jilt him before he can do it to me. I turn him into the city's laughingstock. Later, I hear that he drinks the bar dry every night. He scours Marina City but fails to find his missing bride.

He stood there, leaning against the desk with his dark eyes fixed on me like he already knew everything I was too afraid to say. “Do you know what happens,” He asked quietly, “to people who walk into fire without thinking?” “They burn.” I mumbled. “Exactly.” he said with a slow, cold smile on his lips. Rosalina Evans is a woman with simple dreams until one night changes her life. One moment she’s running from death, and the next, she’s locked inside the mansion of a man everyone fears, Christopher Romano, the cruel and powerful Mafia boss.

In her six years of marriage, Sydney Raines slowly lost herself, becoming more like a nanny. What made her finally come to her senses was the man’s words. “Lyra is coming back. You have to move out tomorrow.”“Fine, let’s get a divorce.” Then, Sydney turned around and left.When they met again, she was in the arms of another man.Julien Flint’s expression was terrifyingly dark.“We just got a divorce, and you’ve found yourself another man?”Her smile was as beautiful as the flower. “That’s my business, Mr. Flint. I don’t think it has anything to do with you.”

I thought dating my boyfriend was complicated enough…until I realized his uncle was watching me… all the time. At first, I dismissed it as harmless curiosity, but his attention soon crossed every boundary, turning admiration into obsession. Every compliment felt loaded, every chance encounter calculated, and every smile… terrifyingly deliberate. The closer I get to him, the more dangerous it becomes… and I’m starting to wonder if I can ever escape his obsession—or if I even want to. “You were never his to begin with,” he murmured, his eyes dark with possession. “You’ve always been mine.”

Elena Thompson thought folklore belonged in her lectures - until it came alive. At the Moonlight Festival in one moment she was laughing with her best friend in next she turned at the sound of her name and collided with someone - hard. Strong hands steadied her, and when she looked up, everything else disappeared. Amber eyes. A smile that stole her breath. A stranger who looked at her as though she were the only soul in the world. Ren is an Alpha, but Elena is human. She doesn’t belong in his world. It's a taboo. That love would break every law of his kind.

I looked down at my baby boy and immediately realize that I needed to fight, to give each other a chance at love and most importantly to win my love back and get my family together....... He was once mine and he is always going to be mine “I hate you and you're going to regret what you've done." Josephine yelled. “Am only taking back what was rightfully mine" I retorted. “You shouldn't have try to destroy a happy family" I said while walking away holding my head high with a smile on my face.............

"How bad do you want it? Is it strong enough for you to become my pet." His hands wrapped around her neck, and his voice a low growl as a deadly smile played on his lips. *** Bella knew the Mystery Cafeteria Boy was trouble from the first time she saw him. He was the one that was going to blow up her cover and uncover her past. Stuck in the same grade she had no other choice but to make a deal to become his pet. Could he bully his pet? Yes. Fall in love with his pet? Hell no.

I started calling my brother "Mr. Quinn" and my childhood friend "Mr. Webb". They frown and ask why I'm being so formal with them. I smile faintly in response. "Because I think you would rather be associated with Vanessa Quinn." They scold me for being unreasonable. "Vanessa is about to marry a man in a coma for you, and her whole life will be ruined. The only reason we treat her so well is because you owe her." But what they don't know is that the one marrying a man in a coma this time isn't Vanessa. It's me—Willow Quinn.

The moment I was born, my mother implanted a chip in my brain and began shaping me into her idea of a perfect daughter. She blocked my sense of hunger so I would only have simple meals daily to maintain the "ideal" figure. She erased my ability to feel pain so she could inject me with endless chemicals to keep my skin smooth and flawless. She tampered with my senses, deleting every trace of negative emotion from my mind, all so I could remain eternally innocent. I couldn't tell right from wrong. I didn't know sadness or anger. I only knew how to smile. When the neighbor's dog died, I smiled and was scolded harshly for being heartless. When my classmates bullied me, I smiled and became the class freak. When my grandfather passed away, I smiled again, and my relatives cursed me for being soulless. Eventually, my father couldn't take it anymore. He left us. Mom, however, didn't seem to care. "They don't understand," she told me. "Everything I've done is for your own good. One day, you'll thank me." … On my 18th birthday, she planned a grand live broadcast, ready to show the world her perfect creation. She never knew that the day before her grand broadcast, I had already lost myself completely. By then, I was no longer human. I had become a machine.

Married for five years, Lorenzo, the underboss of the Moretti family, had never been without a woman. He found my “noble lady” posture stiff and vanilla. Dancers from Trinacria, headliners from the city’s nightclubs, his rotating stream of mistresses could fill the entire estate. Yet whenever I was displeased, whether it was throwing drinks or kicking someone out, Lorenzo never intervened. He’d only lit his cigar with casual amusement and said, “Relax. It’s just fun. No one can touch your position.” Then a clumsy, naive maid appeared. Unlike the others, she wasn’t flashy. However, when Lorenzo returned, bloodied, she’d hand him a cup of warm tea, her eyes red-rimmed. She watched him with pure admiration while he handled the family business. Lorenzo said the estate felt cold and lifeless except for her. He said only when she panicked did he feel like a hero being needed, rather than just a husband in a political marriage. Until she accidentally broke an antique vase left by my mother… Before I could react, Lorenzo stepped in and shielded her trembling form, glaring at me as if I were the enemy. “What’s wrong with you? If you’re crazy, go see a shrink. Don’t scare her like a rabid dog!” Watching his careful, protective expression, I smiled. I guess it was time for the Moretti family underboss to be replaced.