Smile Dog Creepypasta Novels & Stories

“You're so cold. My strawberry milk needs ice,” Ruelle says, sitting on Killian and wrapping her legs around him making his anger vanish immediately. Killian stared down at the female currently staring up at him with a smile on her face. ‘I would destroy everyone that made her cry’ He vowed to himself. |Killian| The crippled ice-cold Billionaire who only smiles at his wife. |Ruelle| The neglected daughter of a second-grade family. Both are fueled by their anger and thirst for revenge. What would happen when these two are forced into marriage with each other? When fire meets Ice and love clashes with hate.

Luciano gazed at the little boy who tugged at his sleeve. His eyes mirrored the green of an emerald, a trait they shared. Kneeling down, Luciano faced the boy. "What's your name?" "Juan," the boy replied, a shy smile gracing his lips. "Juan, what a wonderful name," Luciano said, pulling him into a gentle embrace. He couldn't help but wonder where the boy's parents were. "Where are your parents?" he inquired softly. "My mom's at the store over there," Juan pointed across the street. Then, turning to Luciano, he asked, "As for my daddy... Will you be my dad, sir?"

YVES' fiancee lost all of her memories due to tragic history about her past. Even her, was having a hard time to accept her situation. She never expected that she would also forget the man she loves the most. For the past five years, Yves had been secretly looking at her from a far until he finally decided to meet her in person, with a desire to capture her heart all over again. A longing smile was plastered on his face as soon as he saw her. He unconsciously uttered those four words, with sixteen letters. “Honey, we meet again.”

They called me a gold digger. A barren fool. A street rat in designer heels. For three years, I played the perfect wife to an aging, cheating husband. I bit my tongue through their cruel snickers, desperate to earn a place in a family that never wanted me. I endured everything—humiliation, betrayal, loneliness—all for a child that never came. But when my arrogant stepdaughter brought home her shiny new fiancé that fateful evening, fate handed me a new game to play. This time, I wasn’t begging to belong. This time, I was ready to burn it all down—with a smile on my face.

At my lowest point that year, I took a job at a pet shop, where I was assigned to take care of a "gentle-tempered" silver-white Alaskan Malamute. Every time I went near him, he would lift his head and bury his nose against my chest, breathing in low, rough sounds that felt disturbingly like a grown man holding himself back. Especially when my hand brushed through his beautiful fur, his body would heat up, and his eyes would darken and burn with unmistakable possessiveness. Thinking he was sick, I rushed to find the shop owner. The owner gave me a long, meaningful glance. "He's not sick. But he only acts like this with you. "You need to bathe him, give him a full-body massage, and try giving him a little kiss. Otherwise, he might lose control." I had my doubts about the whole thing, but I didn't really have a choice. I went along with it anyway. Eventually, I told the friend who had gotten me this job everything that had been happening. After she heard me out, she went quiet for a second. Then, she looked at me strangely and said, "Have you ever thought that maybe you're not looking after a dog at all? What if he's actually a werewolf who can take human form, and he's in heat, using pheromones to mess with you because he wants to… You know, sleep with you?"

At another Sunday dinner at the Bellandi estate, Luca Bellandi's assistant, Ava Marino, was sitting in my seat. It was the first chair to Luca's right at the long walnut table, the seat everyone in Chicago's underworld knew belonged to Mrs. Bellandi. Ava sat there as if she had been born into it, her pale wrist brushing Luca's sleeve while she poured his wine. I stood in the doorway and looked at him. "She's in my seat. You don't have anything to say?" Luca raised his eyes. "You were late. Don't blame someone else for sitting down first. There are empty chairs over there. Sit if you want. If not, get out." The dining room went dead quiet, and before I could answer, his thoughts slipped into my ears. [Vivi, don't go. Come sit beside me. Tell them it's your seat. Tell me you still want to be my wife.] [Please get mad. Please care. Say you need me, and I'll give you the whole world.] In the past, those soft, trembling thoughts would have been enough. I would've swallowed the insult and stayed beside him like a loyal dog that didn't know when to leave. This time, I didn't. I slipped the wedding ring off my finger and laid it on the table. "If the Bellandi family can't even keep a wife's seat for me, then I guess this family doesn't need a wife anymore. Luca, let's get divorced."

Nineteen year old Sofia never had thought that her kindness was a bad thing. Always trying to help those in need and always doing it with a bright, beautiful smile on her face. She was the epitome of an angel to most. But one fateful night had changed everything in her life, simultaneously, changed her once peaceful thoughts and bringing her past up to haunt her, again and remind her of the horrors she had to pull herself through. The journey of unraveling Sofia's past and how her future would change with the three Russian men that would, unexpectedly show her what true love is, will be worth the wait. So read on and enjoy!

"A great alpha handles pack affairs outside, and chores at home." my mate Luke had posted. I stared at these words. It was a post from my mate, Luke's Instagram. In the picture he was in a vineyard pruning grapes. Chores at home? Luke who would not even help me to clean a table was actually helping someone else. He had left this morning saying he was going on werewolf business, but from these pictures he was at a she-wolf's vineyard in our pack. A bitter smile escaped my lips as I quietly liked the post and put of my phone. Whatever was coming next, I did not know. But I knew it was over.

At Bridgehall High, Charlotte Tilbury was the picture perfect queen, top grades, a flawless Instagram, a handsome boyfriend, dreamy sex life and a legion of admirers. But a midnight dare on a secret dating app leads her to Sophie, the new girl with a hidden past and a smile that feels real. But when Sophie walks into her school as a transfer student , everyone’s secrets, her best friend’s, her boyfriend’s, and her own, start to unravel. And a rogue gossip page turns the school into a battlefield of lies, Charlotte’s carefully curated world begins to crack. When the truth about Max, Maya, and the mysterious “Lottie” finally erupts, will anyone be left untouched?

'All men are same', were the words Starr lived by, pushing every man that came her way away. Until, Christopher Chariton walked into it, with his big smile and caring heart. Starr Hart is a fierce working class woman, who owes a publishing firm and was hurt by love a long time ago. Physically, psychologically, emotionally and mentally hurt, she vouched strongly against feelings, pushing everyone around her away. But then Chris Chariton, an author of love and romance, walks into her life and falls for her, without knowing about her vouch. He wills to do everything within his power to make her feel love again.