Psychotic Smirk

Astrid is the last of her bloodline after their village was attacked by rogues. She has lived all her years in an orphanage, passing through pain. During the full moon, she is given a mate, she thinks that her life will be better from there onwards but things change when she discovers that her mate only chose her for her body, she was rejected and kept prisoner. She runs away, almost losing her life, but she is saved by another creature of the night, a Lycan. But she is captured by her psychotic mate, she is thrown into the dungeons, but then during a visit from the lycan king she is released. Astrid is shocked to see that the Lycan king is the same man that saved her the other night

SYNOPSIS " What are you?" Amelia stuttered, moving backward until her back touched the wall. "What am I? Well, I am an Alpha in the werewolf world," Bruce D'Amelio spoke up, a sly smirk dancing at the corner of his lips. "An Alpha? I am doomed!" Amelia turned pale as she watched Bruce turn into a big black wolf with golden eyes, right in front of her eyes. …………. On the day of her wedding to her fiancé, Tristan, Amelia discovered that he had been cheating on her with her best friend, Lilith. Desperate to save herself from marrying a cheater like Tristan, Amelia found herself a new husband - a stranger she met in the wedding hall's restroom. Without even knowing what he was, she proposed a contract marriage. What would Amelia do once she found out that the man she married was not an ordinary man? How would she react if she saw him transform into a big black wolf?

"You're my property, and that's what you'll remain forever," He walked closer to me, his dark eyes looking deep into my soul, "I'll make sure you pay for the damage you've caused and the humiliation I felt that day." His cold and menacing words sent chills down my spine as he spoke with gritted teeth. His eyes glinting with hatred as he stared at me. I mustered all the courage I could find deep within me and straightened my spine as I opened my mouth to speak, "I will repay what I and my father owe and then I will be free from your monstrous grip." Despite my heart heaving hard against my chest. His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes glinting fiercely, "Have a nice try then." He spat, as satisfaction twinkled in his eyes. Elsa Elkins' dream of living a simple life with the one who would cherish her for the rest of her life was shattered when she found herself back in the life of Leonard Kish - the man she had escaped from on the day of their wedding. Her quest for freedom and survival pushed her deeply into entangling with him, crumpling her initial desires. However, she was faced with the challenges of accepting his true identity or walking away from him - Her Monstrous Husband.

"If I touched you, you’d never go back to him." Arden's words rang in my head. My breath caught. Now that I was out of the palace, nothing stood between us. No gilded cages. No cameras in every corner. No Ivana breathing down my neck. Nothing to stop him from making good on those words. And the worst part? A traitorous part of me was curious. What if he was right? Arden was Richard’s brother. The wrong man. The forbidden man. And yet my body betrayed me. My heart beat harder just thinking about him. My lips tingled at the memory of his voice, his smirk, the way his eyes had lingered on me like he saw everything I tried to hide.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" "It is." "Please don't pull that with me." "Pull what?" "That." She pointed at my face. "Where I explain how pretty everything looks and you say yes but you would be referring to me." She waved her hands in the air, explaining. "It's cliche and kinda getting old." "Would you prefer I do this instead?" I pinned a loose strand behind her ear, my palm roamed her soft features and also on her lips. "Or this?" I leaned in to steal a kiss, stopping midway to see if she'd stop me and she didn't. I couldn't help the tiny smirk that lay on my lips after. "Aren't you going to stop me?" My raspy voice whispered in her ear. She shivered, unconsciously leaning into me for warmth. I stopped her fingers as she tried to wrap them around my neck. ********** She's not the bad girl he thought she was. He's not the good boy she thought he was.

Dark Romance "Will you trade in yourself for your father", I asked in a blank voice. "Yes",she whimpered out in an instant. Just like that my game was starting. The prey has taken the bait. Lorenzo Demario, The Don of the Italian Mafia, He's referred to as the Devil's God, He's on a revengeful quest, looking for the murderers of his parents. He finds adulterated evidence against the Spanish mafia. He decides to use their heir against them,the heir they are all unaware of. He orchestrates an elaborate plan,a sure way to get his revenge but that all melts away when their eyes meet. Sapphire colored eyes clashing with forest green ones. But along the line,he realizes that the heir,his tool for revenge, is his childhood best friend and sweetheart. He has to decide between love and Duty. Adrianna White, She suffers from multiple personality Disorder, She has a facade of a shy girl. But at night, she's something else, She becomes a terror at night, She becomes "El Diablo" She feels hate and loathing towards Lorenzo for destroying her family,especially when she finds out he's her childhood love. She agrees to trade places with her sick father. But the lines of hatred blurred and turned into love. She falls in love and realizes that her life is her biggest lie. What happens when they realize that the Russian Mafia pitted them against each other? What happens when they discover that the Russians separated her from her biological family, the Spanish Mafia? It's now more than a game of revenge It's a game of death and Adrianna's psychotic side is coming out to play! Read to find out how it all ends A match fated by goddess Aphrodite herself, A match made in heaven.

"And what do you do?" the smirk was vibrant on his face. his eyes were penetrated me and the aura around him was filled with conceit as he is the ruler of the world, the atmosphere only belongs to him. **** Jessica's house was filled with laughter because it was the time of marriage of her sister. all the relatives, everyone was present there to give their blessings to her sister. but what arose when a night conflict changes her life? What arose when she has to marry a conceited man? *** Kind Jessica Mehra always lived in her nutshell to pursue her dreams but what occurs when an arrogant and Conceit Man, Abhimaan Kapoor, starts questioning her will to change the world by doing what she admires? Read the story to discover more.

"Do you miss me Bella...mia" She could recognize that voice even in her sleep. She stood frozen looking at him with wide eyes. "W..what.." she tried speaking but immediately closed her mouth breathing hard. She glared at him HARD while a handsome smirk appeared on his face. "What the hell are you doing in my house?!" she said,his eyes moving across her body especially on her exposed legs. He suddenly stood on his feet and she moved back, his presence affecting her. "What happened to your elbow" he asked. That was actually the first thing he noticed when she stepped out of the bathroom with a red towel wrapped around her tiny frame. "Why should I tell you that. I owe you no explanation" She said feeling uncomfortable under his scrutinized gaze. He took three long strides towards her before pinning her to the wall, his hot breath fanning her neck. Lexi could feel her heart pounding in her chest as her eyes met his ocean blue eyes. She hates to deny it but he grew much more handsome than before. A slow smirk appeared on his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Lexi shook, trying to push him off but he stood gallantly like a statue, his height towering above her. " Let me ..go.. now" her voice hoarse. " I hate repeating myself Lexi. You might wanna start talking" Lexi Thompson, a retired cop, is trapped in a toxic game of cat and mouse with Antonio Saint Claire, a ruthless mafia kingpin. Lexi Thompson thought she'd escaped Antonio Saint Claire's toxic grasp but his obsession runs deep. Now she must play by his rules to preserve her sanity. Will she find a way to break free, or will their twisted love consume them both ?.

Wake up, be fed poison, go to school and put on a show. Come home, have head knocked into the hardest thing available. Go to sleep and repeat. It's a day in the life for Kai Deneiro. Her solace is the many faces she hides behind and the performances she puts on for the world. When she's someone else, she is most loved. But, Kai has long since given up on any real notion of love. In her mind, it simply doesn't exist--not from her psychotic mother, not from her dead-beat, estranged father, and certainly not from the pretty boys with their flowery words. When she transfers to a new school, she runs into the most charmingly arrogant boy she has ever met, and things take a strange turn. When he runs into her wall of faces, he's determined to break it down and uncover the true her.

“Who would have thought goody two shoes Tatiana Olivera is a nasty sl*t who fantasies about f*ck*ng her step brother?” Hasan continues his teasing. He inserts in middle finger in my mouth and I greedily s*ck on it, picturing it to be his c*ck. Hasan’s mouth parts open, his brows cresting as he watches me s*ck his middle finger like a kid sucking on a candy cane. I frowned when he pulled out his middle finger. He grabs my chin with a fierceness that sent me on edge. “Open your mouth.” He orders and I obey. He takes in a deep breath as though calming himself and before I knew it, hot liquid drops into my mouth. Did.. did he just spit in my mouth? It tastes divine. It tastes like him. And I want more. “Swallow.” I meet his gaze as I gulp down his saliva. A proud smile appears on his face. “There’s my good little sl*t.” ***** I hate Hasan Olivera. I can’t stand him. The way he walks into the room like he owns the place, the smug smirk that says he already knows what I am thinking. He’s insufferably cocky, sharp-tongued, insanely hot and fully aware of it. And those eyes? Dark, knowing, endlessly amused by the fact that, no matter how much I pretend otherwise, I’m completely drawn to him. I want him to f*ck me. I want him to claim me. I want him to be mine because I belong to him. But he's my step brother. And I hate my step brother. -------