Smile But Crying Novels & Stories

I've invested in my cousin, Jack Glenwood's farm. His net profit is more than four million dollars per year. On the day I'm supposed to receive my bonus, Jack tears the contract stating that I get a 55% profit share right in front of my family. After that, he transfers 40 thousand dollars to me. He even has the audacity to pat me on the shoulder with a smile on his face. "Noah, you never did anything throughout the year. Since I'm giving you 40 thousand dollars, that means I'm treating you well, right?" I just smile as I look at Jack's greedy and despicable expression. Then, I accept the 40 thousand dollars without saying anything. The next day, I cut off the secret formula to the farm's feed and travel overseas to carry out a new round of investments. This time, I want to see how Jack will fare without my secret formula.

Five years ago, Suri ruptured her uterus pushing Bruce out of the path of a car. The injury left her unable to have kids. But Bruce didn't care—he still pushed for the wedding. After they got married, he poured nearly everything into her. Or so she thought. Then came the scandal. One of his business rivals leaked it, and just like that, the truth exploded online—Bruce had another woman. She was already over three months pregnant. That night, he dropped to his knees. "Suri, please. I'll fix it. I won't let her keep the baby..." And Suri? She forgave him. But on their fifth anniversary, she rushed to the hotel Bruce had reserved—only to find something else entirely. In the next room, Bruce sat beaming, surrounded by friends and family, celebrating that mistress's birthday. The smile on his face—pure joy. A smile she'd never once seen from him. That was the moment she knew. It was over. Time to go.

This author has failed as a heroine, so she came back as the villain… Except she didn’t come back alone. She brought secrets. She brought sins. She brought a book that was never meant to be read… Sinners & Saints isn’t just a collection of stories— It's a confession. A warning. A door you shouldn’t open. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ WARNING! DARK ROMANCE STORIES! THAT ARE NOT BEGINNER FRIENDLY! NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART! EXPECT TWISTED KINK, BDSM THEMES, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS, RAPE, BETRAYAL, MORALLY GREY CHARACTERS, OBSESSION, MANIPULATION, GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, REVENGE-DRIVEN PLOTS, PSYCHOLOGICAL TORMENT, POSSESSIVENESS, TRAUMA, AND DISTURBING SITUATIONS THAT ARE NOT MEANT FOR SENSITIVE READERS!!!!!!!!!! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. SO WHAT HAPPENS NEXT IS ON YOU! PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK BECAUSE THIS IS WHERE YOUR INNOCENCE ENDS!!!!!!!!!! READ IF YOU DARE… (BUT DON’T COME BACK CRYING!) ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ So tell me— Will you stop here and scroll by… or are you willing to sin?

"I just want to hear your cries! I want to see you in pain! Crying for help" His deep voice rang in the dark room. "No!, Please do not do that" Luna pleaded. "I bought you. No one want you remember? Not even your dear father". "That's a lie, My father loves me. With all he has" Luna replied in tears. "Ofcourse, and yet he sold you out" "You misunderstood my father. He wasn't the one that sold me out, it was Cora! And my father was only powerless". "You shut up and don't talk back to me!!" He yelled and his voice alone made Luna shivered. ____ LUNA means Moon. And that's her name. She's just 18 and was sold out by her Step mother , Cora. She believes she wasn't lucky, as she got sold to the Saddest Billionaire.

As the male lead, Henry Johnston, forces himself on me, a row of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "Henry is about to misunderstand and think Aria drugged him! The angst is about to begin!" "I'm thrilled just thinking about Henry regretting dearly after Aria dies!" "Keep up the act, Henry. After she dies, you'll be hugging her corpse and crying every day." That is when I realize that I am the tragic female lead in a story where I am destined to be tormented until I die. The readers treat my death as a highlight to push the plot forward. They are counting down to my death. As I look at Henry, who is panting on top of me, anger courses through me. I grab a table lamp and smash it into him, killing him on the spot. Who says that the one who dies in a toxic romance story must always be the female lead?

"Eve Spencer, I just got into an accident. I hit someone, and I think he's your son!" The day after getting her driver's license, my best friend, Esther Lawson, insisted on driving alone to pick up her son from kindergarten. I warned her that the road was full of heavy trucks and told her to practice a few more days. She rolled her eyes. "Don't worry. I'm a great driver!" She floored the gas pedal and sped off. Not long after, she called me. She was crying so hard she could barely breathe. She said she hit a child at the kindergarten. The boy's face was covered in blood, and he looked like my son. I froze. My son had a fever today. He didn't even go to kindergarten. So who had she hit?

"WTH, are you doing?" She asked, pushing him away but Kabir had other plans. He pulled her towards him and kissed her luscious lips. "Never take a man's name except me with these beautiful lips." He said tracing her lips. "Leave me." She said, crying a little. Kabir pushed her onto the bed and hovered over her, looking at her intensely. "What are you doing?" She asked, getting scared. "Something which will make you moan again." He said and kissed her lips sensually. ***** Adrita Das, a girl seeking happiness and peace in life. She doesn't want bad for anyone but she always wants the best for her. She didn't know that to get happiness one will also have to bear the pain. And about pain, it is so much stored in her fate. What will happen when her past will enter her life to destroy her happy world?

In a world where death and destruction rule , In a world full of lies and broken promises A child was born . She had a smile as bright as the sun And a heart as pure as the light . But hard times came upon her And they have transformed her , Into the monster everyone believes her to be . Since she's pure no more Everyone just calls her The Queen of the Half-breeds .

In the quiet, tree-lined neighborhood of Maplewood, Lisa Chen and Greyson Vale collide with the force of a summer storm—falling instantly, irrevocably in love despite their stubborn denials. Their romance burns hot and deep, a sanctuary built on whispered secrets and fevered passion. But their idyll shatters with the arrival of Tessy Moore, a stunningly beautiful new neighbor with honey-blonde hair, an easy smile, and a mysterious past tied to Grey’s life in Chicago. As Tessy weaves herself into their world with unsettling precision, Grey grows distant, cloaked in secrecy and evasiveness. When Lisa discovers a hotel receipt and overhears a cryptic conversation about debt and his estranged father, her trust fractures. Is Tessy a threat, a savior, or something far more dangerous? Trapped in a web of half-truths and unspoken fears, Lisa must unravel the mystery before the love she thought was unbreakable collapses entirely. Whispers in Maplewood is a gripping tale of passion, betrayal, and the devastating cost of secrets—where every smile hides a motive, and the line between salvation and sabotage is terrifyingly thin.

We have differences, we are born not to impress anyone but to show them what and who we are. What if one day you'll end up losing your confidence? what if one day you'll never know who you are? what if because of one person you'll be lost your smile, lost everything including your happiness. Are you willing to trust again? to love again? Are you willing to be fooled and played again? lies... heartbreaks. betrayal..... played. fooled... pained... We all experience this, it's up to us to handle it properly. smile... laugh... mingle... meddle. Words that we can use to ease those pain words to enlightened our mood words that help us to go through and make our day complete. MASK the only thing we can use to hide what we feel inside. mask it hides the pain the heartaches and betrayal We often use a mask to simply smile to show the world that we are strong. strong enough to face the reality.