Psychotic Smirk の小説・ストーリー

Elena, a young girl known as the disgraced wolfless princess, confronts the harsh reality of royal life, discovering that her trusted friends are not as loyal as she thought. Meanwhile, Ryker and his family are bound to a life of servitude to the goddess. They learn fate and love are not always intertwined. Between Ryker’s obsession with young princess, his brother’s dark past, and his sister’s unforeseen destiny, twists and turmoil intertwine them with the royal family, leaving them shattered and their mission to the goddess unfulfilled. Jealousy, betrayal, lust, and love weave a complex tapestry, leading them through unexpected twists. Preview: “You try to belittle me, but it’s not going to work,” I taunted. “Do I look like a little girl?” She straightened, her glare fierce and untamed, canines protruding as she challenged me. “On the outside, you look like a warrior goddess, but I see in your eyes the little girl begging to be played with,” I retorted, trying to get under her skin. “And you look like a sick man with too much power on the outside, but I see the impediment boy whose daddy never really loved him inside you,” her smirk revealed she’d struck a nerve. I couldn't hold back. I stood, pulling her up by her neck and slamming her into the wall, my feral growls echoing. “You’ll be careful how you speak to me. I can sense your strength, but trust me, I will overpower you.” Her claws dug into my wrist, more growls erupted. My canines poised to end her life, but she welcomed the confrontation. “You’ll never control me!” She declared defiantly. “No? You don’t think I can make you submit?” I challenged, my wolf and I ready to teach her a lesson.

The rare combination of love of fire and ice, when two opposite poles collide, a hot sizzle arises “Do you think you can escape from this trap, my dear little love” He gripped her chin while pinning her body to the wall, “Please let me go” she pleaded him, He replied with a smirk on his face, “you turned me on, now you have to bear the consequences.” She gulped hard in fear, listening to his words, his blue eyes had more darkness than any black eyes she had ever seen. “You're perfect to be mine” his words echoed in the whole room, while his lips landed on her rose petals like lips, “you're meant to be mine always.” The man is none other than, Her enemy in society, Her professor at university, Her boss in the office, Finally, her husband in bed. He is the realistic meaning of dangerous. She is the realistic meaning of innocence with cunningness. He can make people shiver in hot summer. She can make people to sweat in peaks of winter He is her rain to cool her anger and ego, she is his fire to give warmth in his cold heart. Both love dominance, but she became his submissive mysteriously. She hated him, she hated his existence once, but now he is her everything. Currently, she has two missions to fulfill; Mission A : to escape from him. Mission B : to find him before he finds her, make him to fall in love, and make him to dote on her. Can these missions change her life, or her destiny remains the same? Additively Dark and Seductively Sexy. Dramatic and full of Suspense that will have you guessing at every turn, to know more, get ready for an exciting roller coaster ride.

"I'm sorry." He apologized, "Too late get out" I glared but he doesn't budge, he proved to be stubborn and the mere sight of him, irked me. Slowly it made my limbs weak and it slowly made it all the way suffocating. "No," he pushed me against the wall, my back pressed firmly against it, his grip firm on my upper arm. My face blushed red, unsure how to react, yet I yelled, "You're breaking a rule! Don't fucking touch me." "Fuck the rules, you already broke it when you wore this dress." My heart plummeted, a heavy thud echoing in my chest, as the weight of his last words settled upon me like a leaden anchor "Well Fuck off, I don't want you, Tristan Donovan." I spat bitterly, all he did was smirk deviously, dangerously closing the bridge between our lips. "Fuck it Willow, I want you." He said as he crashed his lips against mine Willow Davis finds herself wedge in between one of her father's gamble, having lost the bet she is sold to the ruthless arrogant billionaire, Tristan Donovan, who wants nothing more than to make out a trophy of her. over the course of time they slowly get close but fear of falling in love Tristan has set three rules; "NO STAYING IN CONFINED OR CLOSED PLACES TOGETHER NO ANY FORM OF PHYSICAL CONTACT NO FALLING IN LOVE" But what happens when he's caught up in his own web and breaks one or all together? How far will he go, riding of every single rule? Will the arrogant billionaire finally fall in love? find out in SOLD TO THE ARROGANT BILLIONAIRE.

A girl jumped into the river, cursing her fate and God. She was sinking in water and a pair of huge arms saved her. Someone, who came to save her is her Saviour. He carries her in her arms and puts her in his car. He reached the hospital in a few minutes with the unconscious body of that girl. All the way, he was looking at her thinking about the girl. She became conscious after treatment of a few hours given by doctors. She asked first of all, as she woke up, "Who saved me?" A sound like a roar is colliding in her ears, "I saved you." "You...... What the hell ?" She yelled. "Don't shout Ms Aradhya Kashyap. Now I gave you a new life so you have to pay for this." Samarth said conditionally. "What should I pay? And why should I pay?" She asked back and added angrily, "Did I ask you to save me?" The disgust for this man was shown on her face. He was just giving a winning smirk to her. "You have to marry me." He bored her orbs sharply. "Marry you, my foot. I will choose to die... Go to hell, Mr Goenka." She replied with disgust in her tone. "Really" He saw her photos when he saved her, she was in torn clothes and it was visible that she was raped. She was startled. He is blackmailing her without hearing her. "If you will not marry me, I will publish it in the newspaper. The choice is yours." He smirked again. A tear spilt over her cheeks, she replied, "Yes, I will marry you. But...." "What but..??" "I'm only 17. How can you marry a minor girl?" "Let me remind you, Ms Aradhya Kashyap, you turned 18. Today is your birthday, 21st February."

“If you want a taste of me?” I snapped. “Why don't you get on your knees, crawl and beg…then maybe I can give you a little taste.” “In your dreams,” he murmured, eyes dragging over my body. “Soon enough, you’ll be the one begging…coming to me just to have me between your legs.” **** Lisa Park never meant to hate him this much and she never meant to want him this badly. After her father’s death, life already felt cruel. But when her mother decides to remarry barely a year later, Lisa is forced to leave her old life behind and move to New York… into her new stepfather’s mansion. She had one mission to seduce her stepfather and ruin the marriage but the mansion hides her greatest temptation. Zayn Ramsey. Her new stepbrother. Her new forbidden line. Her new obsession. He’s trouble wrapped in a perfect body…tattoos, dangerous eyes, and a smirk that makes good girls ruin themselves. The college playboy every girl wants, the one they beg for, cry for, fall to their knees for. But Lisa isn’t like them. She’s the one boys fall for. The one they worship. The one they kneel for. She’s used to being in control until Zayn looks at her like he’s already undressing her. Until he whispers things no stepbrother should say. Until the hate between them turns into something darker… something forbidden. He thinks she’ll beg for him. She thinks he’ll crawl for her. And when two firestorms collide under one roof, in a house filled with tension, jealousy, and forbidden heat… Only one can win. The girl who never bows or the boy every girl bows for.

"I guess you are ready for round two..." He chuckled in my ear in a husky voice.    His voice made a shiver run down my spine, and I moaned while placing my hand on his bare, hard-toned chest.    I tried to pull him to me, but he chuckled and went away, "No... Don't flatter yourself thinking that I will go for another round with you. It was a one-time thing between us."    "What are you saying? We are mates..."    "I don't fall for weak females who can't even shift into her wolf... We are NOTHING."    No...This can't be possible...He can't just leave me after taking me? After taking the only thing and hope I had in me...My virginity and...Mate bond...    My clothes were thrown at my face with an evil smirk on his face, "Get dressed and get out as soon as you can... I have more people waiting for me." ******************   A werewolf with no wolf was considered a disgrace to their kind, and Hazel was one of them. Betrayed by her community and mate, she moved to the city to start a new life but she didn't know that one night stand with her alpha will change her life for once and all.    Alone, hurt, and Pregnant... Hazel tries to build her new life but the announced arrival of her mate in her life again leaves her baffled.    He wants her again but this time, as his contracted wife.    Liam had seen so many women that he doesn't remember Hazel being his mate and approached her to be his contracted wife. Filled with anger and hurt, will Hazel accept his proposal or turn him down? Is Liam again playing with her to get the baby, or does he not know her for real? 

I sold myself to a masked stranger for one night. My brother is dying. The medical bills are drowning me. So I walked into a private auction wearing black lace and a mask, and I let a stranger buy me. He was cold. Commanding. Twice my age. He called me princess and made me beg for things I had never dared to whisper out loud. For one night, I was not the broke, exhausted twin sitting at a hospital bedside. I was his. Every moan. Every tear. Every orgasm. He gave me the first pleasure of my life and then sent me home with fifty thousand dollars and a bruise on my throat that I could not stop touching. I told myself I would never see him again. Then I walked into my new job. He was standing in the corner office. No mask this time. Just a sharp suit, cold eyes, and a smirk that said he had known exactly who I was all along. Ezra Dane. My brother's former best friend. The man who destroyed my family. He owns the company I just got hired at. He signs my paycheck. He holds the door to his office open every morning and waits for me to walk through it. And last night, he sent me a message. My penthouse. 9 p.m. Wear the collar. I should report him. I should quit. I should run as far from this forty two year old nightmare as humanly possible. But when he looks at me with those dark eyes and says good girl, my legs spread before my brain catches up. He wants to own me. And I am terrified that I want to be owned.

I run into my former sister-in-law, whom I haven't seen in ages, during a prenatal checkup at the hospital. Wynne Jenkins glances at my belly. And just like she always does, her face crinkles with disdain as she starts nagging me. "Look at you, wandering around with a pregnant belly at your age," she hollers. "What if something happens to my baby nephew? Can't you be a little more sensible and stop making Sean worry all the time?" She must have forgotten. A year ago, Mom was gravely ill. Her only wish was to see me married with children. I staked everything and proposed to Sean Jenkins. On our big day, I waited from dawn until nightfall—only to receive a 30-second voice message from him. "I won't show up at the ceremony, and I won't marry you. This is what you get for bullying Lav." Mom was so enraged by Sean's recklessness that she suffered a heart attack and passed away. After taking care of her funeral, I erased every trace of myself. With what little I had left, I fled Horton—while Sean was still abroad, skiing with Lavender Quinn. And yet now, Wynne says, "Sean spends more than two weeks every month flying around looking for you. He's lost nearly 20 pounds in less than a year. "He's been waiting for you, Janelle. Now that you're back, please stay and build a family with him." I smirk and raise my hand, flaunting the ring on my finger. "Sorry, I like to keep a low profile. I'm already married, but we kept the ceremony simple. That's why you didn't know."

Domenico Pietro de Cerintti, in the eyes of everyone was the good boy, the sacrificial lamb, the one who attended all the classes and obeyed all the rules, the one who would not let a puppy get run over by a car, the one who didn't have a girl in his bed every Friday night, the one who didn't smirk, the one who girls liked but never wanted, the one who girls used and dumped, the one who wasn't badass. He lived with that image, was content with it even with the bullying until a certain day when they crossed the line, the one line they were never to cross. He disappeared. And appeared months later, in college; the college that had a good percent of his highschool student in attendance; changed, for the worse. Rosetta D'armani, one of his mates in highschool and now his mate in college, who never bullied him but who also never saved him from the bullies. She was, as defined by the male folk, hot, sexy, drool worthy. She saw him on his first day back and lusted after him. She followed him, sought after him, chased after him with every breath in her. He made her lick his heels. After all he was badass now. He smirked now, he had girls in his bed not only every Friday night but every night, the girls wanted him, he used and dumped them now, he was badass. But oh...those bullies didn't know his definition of badass. Badass for him meant revenge. He would revenge on each one of them including his beloved girlfriend. He'd show them just how hot badass burned. One mysterious girl, one desperate girl, one perfect girl and one revengeful boy. ???

Living with my aunt and her family was meant to be a temporary, quiet arrangement just helping out and keeping to myself. On the first day of the new year, while everyone else was out celebrating, I stayed home, enjoying the rare silence and catching up on sleep. But when we ran out of water, I reluctantly stepped outside to fetch some, and that’s when I saw him. He stood by the gate of the house next door, effortlessly commanding attention with just a glance. A smirk played on his lips, and a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes behind his blue-ray glasses. At that moment, he was impossible to ignore. Meanwhile, I felt disheveled and barely awake, my hair was a mess and still shaking off sleep. But he didn’t seem to mind. There was something about him an air of mystery that made me wonder who he was and why he was there. Before I could look away, he spoke, “Hi.” Caught off guard, I managed a quick, “Hi,” while trying to pull myself together. “Can I know your name?” he asked. I hesitated but replied, “I’m Clara,” and kept walking. “Can I have your number?” he called after me. “Just as friends.” I almost refused but reluctantly agreed, entering my number into his phone. “There,” I said, handing it back. “I’ll call you,” he promised with a smile, as I turned to leave. What began as a chance encounter soon became an inexplicable connection. He had secrets, but there was something about him that saw through me, understanding things no one else did. The man I met next door wasn’t just a fleeting stranger,he became the reason I started questioning everything I thought I wanted.