Past Tense Smile Novels & Stories

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?

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.

Under the blood moon, the Crescent Hollow Pack gathers for their annual Moonbinding Ceremony, a sacred ritual where chosen wolves pledge their lives to one another to strengthen the pack. Lyra is a spirited healer’s daughter who has always dreamed of finding her true mate, not being bound by pack politics. Kael, the fierce, cold Alpha heir, bound by duty and promised to Lyra since birth. A lone wolf from an enemy pack, mysterious and untamed, who crosses paths with Lyra on the night of the Blood Moon. Lyra never believed in love at first sight until she met Rowan. One glance beneath the crimson sky, and her wolf stirred like never before. Her soul whispered, Mate. But that same night, the Alpha announced her forced betrothal to Kael, the very man who would become her pack’s leader and her husband whether she wanted it or not. Lyra and Rowan’s eyes meet during a tense encounter at the forest’s edge; they feel the mate bond instantly, their innate wolves howling for one another. Lyra is duty-bound to marry Kael to seal an alliance between families. Kael doesn’t believe in the mate bond; he sees love as weakness but is drawn to Lyra’s defiance. The mate bond with Rowan burns like fire, but the forced promise to Kael locks her to her pack’s future. When tensions between the packs rise, Lyra is obligated to follow her heart to Rowan and risk war or remain by Kael’s side and surrender to duty.

Ernest West left the courtroom with wings on his feet. Leaving Don James was, in Ernest's opinion, the best thing he had ever done for himself. No more tense silences. No more Don's silent, smothering adoration. Ernest had been released. Three years have passed since then. Now, what once was the best choice has turned into a noose around their necks. There is a sinister provision buried within the small print of the divorce papers that Ernest's attorney overlooked; they are obligated to live together and manage the small beach hotel that they used to own as a couple for an entire year. Thus, Ernest finds himself back amid the groaning wooden boards and salty panes of glass within the walls of where their love once withered away. However, Don is no longer the same weak and longing man that Ernest abandoned. He now stands as an intimidating pillar of cold indifference, forged by the stony resolve and lack of concern. Not even a passing glance comes from Don’s green eyes, which regard Ernest with only polite reserve. A year of closeness. A year of unresolved tension. A year of dealing with each and every lie that Ernest tried to bury beneath "irreconcilable differences." In the beginning, the plan is a silent battle—appointments stuck to the fridge, dinners taken in different corners of the house. Yet, there’s something about closeness that reveals the whole truth. Ernest discovers the picture albums that Don never discarded. He listens to telephone conversations in the dead of night that reveal the loneliness he feels himself. And gradually, painfully, he discovers that the greatest error made wasn’t the separation. It was letting Don leave.

“It was him!” My father yelled out with blood filling his mouth, which he spat on the ground as he stared at my mate with contempt. “It’s him and people like him that are responsible for your mother’s death!” I looked up at August, expecting him to defend himself and deny it, but he was staring back at my father with the same look of hatred—if not worse—that my father looked at him with. Like he would kill him as well. “Is this true?” I asked, causing August to break eye contact with my father and look at me. “Did you…kill my mother?” There was tense silence as he stared at me without another word. And that was all I needed to know. My mate had killed my mother, and he would not hesitate to kill my father too. ~ Azalea never believed in the theory that a man could turn into a beast and back into a man. Her father, a werewolf bounty hunter, thinks otherwise. Things change for Azalea when she finds herself lost in the middle of the woods and is chased down by a man with immense speed. When she is trapped with the man towering over her, she soon realizes that this man is anything but a man. And he claims to be her mate. When Azalea is thrust into the supernatural world that she didn’t believe existed and finds herself as the Luna of werewolves, can she hide the existence of her new subjects from her father? And when the secrets about her mother’s death get entangled with the werewolves, where will her loyalties lie?

“She tried to escape. I think she wants to go rogue.” The guard said.  Sabrina’s eyes snapped to me. A smirk curled on her lips as she walked forward. “Tried to escape, did we?” she said, her blue eyes slicing into mine. “Leave us.” The guards obeyed. She moved in, gaze sweeping over me. “Whatever made you think your scrawny little body could outrun two strong guards?” “Sabrina, you have to let me go. I don’t want to be your handmaid. Please. Let me go.” I begged.  Sabrina laughed, sharp and cold. “Oh, you’ll serve me whether you like it or not.” She leaned closer. “You won’t just serve me, Elowyn. You’ll mate with the Alpha and carry his child for us.” My breath caught. “What?” Her smile deepened, her voice soft and slow. “I can’t be the one who fulfills the prophecy that Kieran’s Luna will die in childbirth.” She stepped even closer. Her eyes locked on mine. “You will bear his child, Elowyn.” She said it with such certainty that my blood ran cold.  I stared at her, horror rising in my throat. “You want me to die instead of you?” Sabrina said nothing. She didn’t have to. Her smile said everything.

"S-stay away from me." She stammered while moving her steps backward just to hit the edge of the table. "Why would I do that?" He placed his hands on her either side surrounding her in his woody scent. She couldn't help but took a deep breath. "It's my p-personal space." She turned her face towards the bookshelf beside the table as he leaned his face closer. "Hmm..." He hummed as her whole body shuddered when he started tracing her jugular vein with his nose. Her mouth was dry as the aura of his scent was gone and fear conquered her body. "You are my personal thing too." He groaned jerking her towards him by her waist. "L-lea..." Her lips couldn't form the words as he captured her soft lips in a swift. ←→ Ara Smith, daughter of a priest, drowned in innocence. She is a 19 years old girl with a cheeky smile but she didn't get the chance to smile much after her father's death. ‹› Gareth Blade, a 31 years old mafia billionaire is another name for a nightmare. No one dares to match his stoned gaze that reflects his stoned heart. He can own the things that ever attracts his eyes but this time his eyes didn't fall on something but someone.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. ----------------------- "Now, let's discuss your shorts." A big hand slips under the blanket and glides down my knees to my innermost thighs, a finger finding my pussy, and sinking in. "You are a naughty, naughty girl. Did you wear this to torture me? Answer me." "Yes," I manage after two gulped breaths. "I wore it for you." With no panties. Everything bare. "You want me that bad, Theresa? You want me worked up, right? Feral, agitated, hopelessly turned on, huh?" My lips part as he shifts the stethoscope, listening to my heart pound as I answer. "Y-yes." "Say it. I want to hear every word." "I wore shorts to turn you on, Dr Storm. Every time." Excitement flourishes in my stomach, and I ride it like a tidal wave. "I wore it so you could..." He waits, bristling with impatience as I trail off. A muscle leaps in his jaw, and his whole sculpted body is tense beneath me. "So I could what, Theresa? So I could what?" The silence is so loud, the tension so thick, his eyes so intense, so needy to hear the words, I feel my toes curl. "So, you could put your hand up there, Dr Storm. So, you could touch me."

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?

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.