Smile Like An Idiot

“Uh-uh” My moan echoed the room” Yes baby! Go harder! Harder baby! Now call me flirty names while I fuck you hard like a sweet slut” My brother in law said. Tightening his grip on my waist and without warning, he pulled out slowly and slammed in harder. Khloe has everything a woman is supposed to want; a wealthy husband, a penthouse and a last name that opens every door in New York city. What she doesn't have is a husband who knows how to make her feel like a woman. Micheal Thomas is handsome, powerful and completely useless behind closed doors. Their bedroom is cold, silent disappointment that Khloe has learned to smile through. She tells herself that desire fades for everyone eventually. Then Samuel Thomas comes home. Her brother in law is everything she wanted and from the he touches her for the first time, she stops lying to her self entirely. What starts as on reckless and unforgettable night, quietly becomes an addiction neither of them can quit. He makes her feel worshipped, desired, satisfied and completely undone and Khloe finds herself closing the secret over everything she was supposed to to protect. I gasped as he banged harder!, covering my mouth with his hand and whispered “Be quiet, if you don't want your husband to hear us.” For months, they are careful, clever and dangerously good at pretending but every secret has an expiration date. “Will the secret leaked out or will it go deeper?

"I can't do this anymore!" Easton cried, trying to break free from the man who had him pinned to the bed by his throat. ''It's been six years, Ilya! Six fucking years of abuse. When am I going to be free from you?" "Does it look like you have any choice?" Ilya smirked coldly. He produced his knife, wanting to carve his name into Easton's heart, so that every time Easton looked in the mirror, he'd know who he belonged to. "You either obey my every command, or watch as I ruin every last bit of the reputation you've toiled tirelessly to build. Don't push me too hard, East, or I'll unleash a storm that will render you breathless and begging for mercy and it won't be cute." As a pop star, Easton Reese had everything he had always hoped for: money, luxurious lifestyle, fame, and fans all across the globe who worshipped him like the idol that he was. But despite all this, Easton felt empty inside. Behind the happy smile he always wore on his face during the day, there was an excess of pain that he had to endure every night, in secret, where no one must know. Being punished for the crime his father had committed wasn't exactly what hurt him most; it was the fact that he was being punished by his childhood sweetheart, the same man he had once loved with all his heart.

“By all means, do as you please. Run away as far as you can but keep one thing in mind, I'm going to find you. I'll follow you, Jaselyn. I'll stalk you like you're my prey and I'll catch you.” His warm breath brushes against my neck and I realize just then that he'd somehow bridged the distance between us. “I’ll make you mine over and over again till I become embedded in your DNA. You'll never be free of me.” His hand brushes against the side of my face, caressing almost lovingly while he says such chilling words to me. All of this feels like a farce, one big stupid comedy but a sad smile tugs at my lips when I realize this is my life. “I’ll give you everything and then I'll take it away. You'll always be mine, Jaselyn Everhart. Always.” *** Jaselyn just wants to make it out of the Pack. Living with her abusive uncle after her parents' death, she dreams of saving up enough to finally run away. That's until she meets her mate at the annual Peace ball and is claimed by him, only to be rejected the very next day. But here's the catch, her mate and the Alpha of the Pack, Zane Black, has kidnapped her and he demands that she bear children for his Luna. This book explores dark themes, reader discretion is advised.

The day Yancy Shepherd died, Benedict Page poisoned our dinner. His eyes were wild, and bloodshot, as he watched me writhe in agony. There was a madness in his gaze, but worse was the hatred, a disgust so deep it twisted his face into something unrecognizable. "If it weren't for you forcing your way into our lives, Yancy wouldn’t have died from heartbreak. You ruined us! It’s all your fault!" A photo slipped from his trembling hand and landed at my feet—Yancy at twenty, looking radiant, her smile as bright as a blooming flower. I collapsed to the ground, my strength fading fast like a rose withering in the final grasp of winter. Helpless, I waited for the darkness to claim me, consumed by despair and bitter regret. Why hadn’t I listened to the system and killed him when I had the chance? But when I opened my eyes again, everything was different. I stood watching Benedict flee our engagement ceremony. My brother moved to chase after him, but I quietly raised a hand, stopping him. This time, things would be different.

A NOVEL ON STOCKHOLM SYNDROME BOOK 3 OF A THREE BOOK SERIES *TRIGGER WARNING* This book contains scenes that some readers may find disturbing… and also slightly annoying. “Miss. Iris, do you believe she has a point?” she asked and returned to her seat once again. “I don’t think so, her father and uncle deserve to go to jail.” My answer extracted a smile from her like she was proud of my response. “My name is Christine; I am a renowned medico-legal psychotherapist. Been in the business for over twenty years and that is what a case of Stockholm syndrome looks like. In my years of experience, we see situations similar to this but its our job to help the victims realize” “Wow…” I started, really amazed at what she had said and what her work entails. I was only concerned why they locked me in a room with a psychotherapist “it must be difficult at times” I added. “yeah, its difficult every time” she laughed “but today isn’t about me, I have a question for you.” There was a brief pause in between before she carried on “Does Hunter deserve to go to jail?”

Everyone knows Francesco Greco, heir to the largest mafia family in Solerio, is a notorious playboy. Yet when he swears to God that he'll love me for the rest of his life, I choose to believe him. He lives up to his words during the first year of our marriage. The Greco heir, whose presence alone terrorizes others, clings to me like a loyal puppy at home. But by the second year, he starts returning home with one lover after another. Rumors of his scandalous affairs spread, and I become the laughingstock of Solerio. On our eighth anniversary, his 99th lover taunts me in front of everyone at dinner. "Don't sleep in the master bedroom tonight," she says. "Mr. Greco and I are going to have some fun there. Also, change the sheets. I can't stand how dirty your things are." Everyone expects me to break down under such humiliation. Instead, I smile and turn on my heel. Then, I dial Madre Greco's number. "Madre, it's been eight years," I say, my voice steady. "It's time for me to leave."

Corin never belonged to the Silver Stone Pack. As a mongrel born of a human mother, she exists at the bottom of the hierarchy desired, tolerated, and despised all at once. Her only refuge was Glacier, the flawless Alpha whose smile promised hope and whose attention felt like destiny. Corin believed her body and her future would finally belong to someone. On her eighteenth birthday, Glacier tears off the mask. Instead of a mating mark, Corin receives public humiliation and the truth: he murdered her father. The perfect Alpha is nothing more than a cold-blooded monster. Desire turns to shame. Love turns to blood. Fleeing into the rain, Corin collapses into the arms of Mason. The Alpha of the Brown Stone Pack is dangerous, tattooed, forbidden. He offers no fairy tales—only protection, vengeance, and a gaze that makes Corin feel something she never has before: wanted. Not pitied. Seen. As Glacier hunts her down, Mason teaches Corin how to command her body, her power and the hunger burning between them. In the shadows, through forbidden touches and rising tension, Corin realizes the truth: Her true haven was never in the light. It was always in the arms of a cruel Alpha.

To cheer up their depressed adopted daughter, Ashley Reid, my parents don't dare to treat me nicely. They've even locked me in a pitch-black room more than 700 times, just to put a smile on her face. At first, they feel guilty toward me. But eventually, even my older brother, Liam Reid, who used to care for me the most, treats it like it's all perfectly reasonable. When Ashley's depression finally starts to ease, I work up the courage to kneel and beg them to seal off that room for good. But at her birthday party, simply because I'm wearing the only T-shirt I own, she starts tearing up and asks my parents if I don't like her. My parents and Liam rush to comfort her and, yet again, lock me away in that dark, endless room. "Summer, you're her elder sister. You have to be more considerate of her feelings." "If you hadn't insisted on wearing something so tacky for her birthday party, she wouldn't have gotten so upset." "You've gotten used to it after all these years, right? One more time won't matter to you." I curl up in the corner, gripping my hair, unable to say a word. Three days later, they finally let me out. They remind me not to upset Ashley again. But I just stare at them blankly. "Sorry, who are you?"

His body pressed me against the wall, his breath hot against my ear. “You would make a good little wife,” Damon whispered, his fingers tilting my chin until I had no choice but to meet his piercing gaze. “And maybe you should...” “I would never marry a man like you!” I spoke very firmly. And yet… my heart betrayed me, racing like it remembered a night I swore I’d buried forever. --- The first night I sold myself, it was supposed to be the last. My father had just died, the debts were drowning me, and desperation drove me into a stranger’s bed. One night. One mistake. One child I never planned for. Three years later, I’ve clawed my way through college, fought to survive, and built a life for my daughter. Now I work for Damon Blackwell—the most ruthless billionaire in America. Cold, arrogant, and addictively dangerous. Then he corners me with a shocking proposition: to be his pretend wife for a year. But how could I? How could I offer my daughter a temporary fatherhood? But Damon doesn't care. And when he meets my little girl, everything shifts. Her allergies, her quirks, her smile… everything about her was so similar to him. And suddenly, I’m staring at the man I fear and desire most, wondering... What are the odds that this man standing before me is the same man from three years ago?

"How does it feel to submit Jade, how does it feel to kneel at the feet of your owner," he asked, in a low voice that rumbled like the storm. Raising my head, I stared at him defiantly, knowing deep down that I was consciously breaking his rule and that I would be punished for it. I smirked. "It feels like I'm going to have to return the favor once I get out of here". His lips twisted into a dark smile, his eyes glowing in the darkened space as his gaze lingered on me. I couldn't move or breathe. "You're never getting out of here." Jade wanted one thing only: to become the Mafia king. Betrayed by her half-brother, she flees for her life but gets trapped in the hands of hunters until she is rescued by Dearil Vaughn, a sadist with a chaotic wolf that feeds off torture and destruction. To survive his dangerous games, she'd have to learn to submit and keep her heart in a place where his cold hands couldn't reach. It was supposed to be easy, but Dearil was much harder to resist. Jade calmed Dearil's wolf, so he was never going to let her go, especially since she was the only beacon of light in his dark world where he'd been rejected by both blood and foes... But winning her heart proves difficult, especially when the monsters within him are too hard to tame. It was war! A war with two contenders that planned to come out winners.