Plastic Smile Novels & Stories

Yvette Warren, personal secretary to billionaire Orson Cox, announced that the heiress who was accidentally switched at birth 20 years ago was living in this orphanage. Whoever could prove their identity would inherit a billion-dollar fortune. In my first life, the two-faced Laurel Marsh tricked me into giving her my keepsake to claim the family. The Coxes tore her mouth apart. "Fraud!" In my second life, my frenemy, Rebecca Vargas, tattooed a fake birthmark on herself to claim the family. The Coxes had her skin slashed to shreds. "Still a fraud!" In my third life, my sworn enemy, Vita Davidson, took out online loans to get plastic surgery, reshaping her face to resemble Orson's wife. She tried to claim the family and was thrown straight into a mastiff cage by the Coxes. By my fourth life, no one dared steal my identity anymore. They packed me up overnight and delivered me straight to the Cox residence. When the DNA test confirmed I really was the heiress, everyone thought the nightmare was finally over. But on my very first night back, the Coxes shoved me off a high-rise building. "Anyone who dares steal our real daughter's identity deserves to die!" When I opened my eyes again, Yvette was smiling as she asked who the heiress was. Everyone backed away in terror, insisting they weren't the heiress. Yvette's voice turned low and eerie. "But our investigation shows that the heiress is definitely in this orphanage."

For a $5 million research stipend, I agreed to let the System install an empathic link inside my body. "Subject. Are you sure you want to proceed? Once installed, the procedure cannot be reversed. This is a prototype. Side effects are not fully characterized." I looked at the sidewalk-stall clothes my girlfriend Cara Lake had bought herself, and the drugstore-grade makeup on her vanity. I nodded. That night, while she was out at her bar job. A current came up out of nowhere inside me. My whole body lit up with a sickening pleasure that did not belong to me. Seven times. A few days later I waited near the club where she worked. I overheard her with her friends. "Cara. You're something else. Pouring La Prairie into a plastic bag and using it like that? Faking poor like a champion. Doesn't Adam ever notice?" "Notice? He's stupid. He'll believe anything I say. His father got hit by a car, lay in bed without the money for treatment, died alone. I told Adam I couldn't help. He stayed up all night comforting me. I almost died laughing." The laughter went into me like a knife. I got out of there. The tears came on the walk home. I picked up the phone. "Professor. I'll go to the classified institute. I'll go now."

Extract from the book,!!! I was pregnant after so many years and I could not wait to inform my mate but when I got to his doorstep, something really strange happened. I heard his moans rising From the room and fresh tears poured down from my eyes. "No, it can't be true. Not my mate. Not my Gerald." I sobbed in my head and I could already feel the bond shattering in the inside of me •••••••• Willow, the Luna of the crescent pack finally got pregnant after searching for a child for a long time. But on the eve that she was supposed to announce to him that she was pregnant, she is tricked into believing that he was cheating on her With her step-sister. She felt so heartbroken and she ended up in the human city after she got hit by a car she vowed only to return after she had gotten enough power to make sure that he paid for what he did to her. But what happened when they crossed paths once again and this time, he is not only her mate, he is also her boss. But after the plastic surgery that she had to undergo and the fact that he thought that she was already dead a long time ago, he could not recognize her. But her kids have vowed that they will bring Their parents together, no matter what it was going to cost them. Will they succeed and will the truth about what happened that night finally be revealed? Find out

My fiance, Simon Rossi, is a mafia Don with a reputation for brutality. He suddenly takes in an orphan girl and spoils her rotten. He names her Giara, saying she's pure, like a beam of light. But that is the name he has promised for our future daughter. He thinks he's hidden it well. But the night before our engagement party, I notice his cufflinks. The ruby ones I gave him are replaced with cheap plastic cartoon cats. I don't believe he's really cheating, so I abduct Giara to get answers without hurting her. Then Simon bursts in with his men. 50 people die, and three armories go up in flames. "Ivina Coleo, consider this a lesson. But don't worry. I'll send her away. Remember, this is the first time you touch her, and the last." But at the engagement party, Giara sits with Simon's parents, smiling right at me. The sight sparks a fury I can't control. I lunge forward, determined to send her away myself. Simon tells Giara to leave, coaxing me through the ceremony. But that night, he binds my limbs with stones and sinks me into the sea. "I told you that was the last time." Cold water fills my lungs. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day I first abducted Giara. This time, I don't want Simon or the wedding anymore.

The three hells!! Handsome, intelligent, tall and rich . Filthy rich. Cruel and devious in their dealings. Womanizer The utter type. They were enjoying the ways of life untill it all changed. The tables turned and the tide change. Their mother, Alicia Gerald a great disciplinarian and a no nonsense woman who has little tolerance for irresponsibility came. All the way from Italy to Newland "Get yourselves a serious girlfriend" she said to them The wanted to protest but couldn't. At the sight of that smile lurking on her lips. That old smile!! They lowered their head in submission as cold sweat broke out on their forehead Then it all began!! The search for a serious girlfriend

"Be my son's mother." He stated as he pushed the marriage form in front of her. "Marry me." As his secretary, she was used to his glares but this time, his stare felt like he was gobbling her up into his stomach.It was hypnotizing yet, she didn't fall for it. Anger filled her instead, then she stood her ground and said. "I refuse." ***** Alisha has worked for Kristoff Montenegro for three years. Three long years of insults. Three long years of sarcastic comments. Three long years of sufferings. She did everything he asked of her and even went beyond of her responsibilities to make her work perfect, but it's still not enough for his standards. Not surprisingly she started thinking of inventive ways to murder her boss. From stabbing him with a plastic knife. From strangling him with his silk tie. From bashing him with his attache case, Alisha has thought of everything. However, all of a sudden as if fate is mocking her, he proposed to her. It's understandable if Kristoff like her but she knew without a doubt that he didn’t. But when the attraction that has always been there between them, concealed by layers of their antipathy suddenly ignited, nothing can stop the fire between them from burning.. There's just a small problem - Kristoff actually has a secret that can get Alisha killed.

"Vera, you are accused of conspiring with the Petrov Group to assassinate the family's future Donna, Sylvia. This tribunal is now in session." In the center of the tribunal, a syringe filled with a dark green liquid glinted under the lights. My former fiancé, Rocco, the new Don of the Corleone family, sat on the dais, disgust plain on his face. "Confess. Let everyone see the monster you are behind that mask." Sylvia leaned against his chest, a faint smile on her lips. She thought I would finally break, my reputation in ruins. Shackled to the accused's chair, a smile of faint relief touched my lips. "Rocco, are you sure you want to do this?" "Use that needle, and there's no going back."

My world shattered when I discovered my husband Ryan's infidelity with my best friend. The pain and betrayal I felt were suffocating. Our five-year marriage, once a fairy tale, had been a facade. Behind closed doors, Ryan's charming smile hid a web of deceit and infidelity. I was blindsided, left to pick up the pieces of my broken heart. That's when Ethan, Ryan's billionaire brother, entered my life. His piercing eyes and charming smile made me feel safe, like I could trust him with my deepest secrets. Ethan was everything Ryan wasn't - honest, loyal, and true.

" I know I love him but i can't tolerate him stepping on my pride!" Clarita shouted with disgust as she threw her school bag away!. Clarita, a high Schooler who had never fall in love with anyone in her eighteen years of life finally fell in love with their school hunk. she was a beauty but still a lower class to the high school hunk, Nelson. Nelson was an extremely cold type and he would hardly smile to anyone... in fact, his smile was rarer than golds!. Things fell apart for Clarita and she had to live with Nelson's parents for a while and that was when She finally realized how much she truly loved Nelson. Love Cramps is about the silly heart of Clarita and the hidden warm heart of Nelson!.

During the mandatory freshman orientation camp, my skin had flared up with a severe allergic reaction, so I didn't use the plastic washbasin the school handed out. Instead, I opened my suitcase and took out the custom silver basin I had brought from home. My roommate, Louisa Carter, immediately made a snide remark, drawling, "You're really something, huh? Kids from broke families like us are lucky to have any basin at all." I didn't bother responding. I simply pulled out my facial essence to do a cold compress, but she immediately rushed over, slapped the bottle out of my hand, and jabbed a finger at my face. "Bet you get tens of thousands a month for living expenses. You have a sugar daddy, don't you? Don't you feel guilty making your folks work their fingers to the bone back on the farm? People like you don't deserve to be at our school. I'm reporting you to the student counselor." I laughed in disbelief and slapped her. … The next morning, the family photo I'd left on my desk had been slashed to ribbons. Across the back, carved in ink, were the words: 'Daughter of a homewrecker. Go to hell.' I went straight to the police. While officers pulled the dorm security footage, our student counselor and the university president rushed in. The moment the president saw the man whose face had been cut apart in my photo, his legs nearly buckled. He almost dropped to his knees.