Smiles Softly

Three years ago, billionaire playboy Lucian Velmore and wild, free-spirited heiress Caliste Winslow were forced into a cold, political marriage. They sealed the deal, wore the smiles, signed the papers—and walked away. Separate lives. No questions asked. But now, the elders of both dynasties are calling them back. There's a clause in the marriage contract that demands an heir—and time is running out. What begins as a cold negotiation for a child quickly spirals into a dangerous game of proximity, passion, and buried emotions. Because some contracts are harder to break... especially when hearts are on the line.

“You are not human or one of us.” I broke the silence. “What are you?” I wanted to know. Her smell was very strange, lingering softly in the air. I couldn’t put my finger on it. It was like a sweet herb with a hint of something spicy. It pulled me in, triggering in me a hidden desire to know more about this girl. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and balled her little gloved hands into fists. When the mysterious woman arrives at Grey Moon, an elusive werewolf pack hidden deep in the mountains, neither she nor the Alpha and his pack could have anticipated the adventures that fate had in store.

Please..." she gasped weakly, her hands now powerless to push him away. "Why... why are you doing this?" Vladimiros didn’t answer. He continued to drain her, savoring every drop. But then, as suddenly as it began, he pulled away. Freya let out a strangled gasp, barely able to breathe as she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness. "Why..." she whispered, barely audible, before her vision went black. Vladimiros smiled down at her, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "Wow..." he murmured softly, his tone full of admiration. "I’ve never tasted werewolf blood so good."

After a one-night stand, I left a three-thousand tip for a flawless male model and even set up another night that weekend. I thought it was nothing more than a pleasant exchange between two willing adults. That was before my overprotective, old-fashioned brother saw the marks covering me and exploded: "Track down the bastard who hurt my sister. I want him hunted down and ripped apart!" The police stared at the photo for a long moment before one of them spoke softly: "Isn't this… Frederick, the Alpha King of the Bloodmoon Wolf Kingdom?" That was when it hit me. I had taken the Alpha King for a one-night deal. I had paid him three thousand.

“Get away from me,” I hissed, gripping the knife tighter. His gaze flicked down to the blade, then back to me, a slow, amused smile curving his lips. “A knife?” he said softly, tilting his head. “Are you perhaps flirting with me?” I gritted my teeth. The asshole was enjoying this — every fucking second of it. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ When Leah got home early from work, she was hoping for one thing — to fix what was left of her relationship with Daniel. Instead, she walked in on him in the arms of another woman. Heartbroken and humiliated, she stormed out, blind with tears… and straight into the path of an oncoming car. But death wasn’t the end for Leah. No! Death was actually the beginning.

To find the missing fake heiress, my family forced me to undergo a memory extraction. They were convinced that I had bullied her for the past three years and driven her to run away. I gave a bitter smile and let them continue. As the memories surfaced one after another, the truth became clear. I was the one who had been bullied all along. My parents, overcome with guilt, clutched my hands so tightly they nearly fainted. My brother’s eyes were bloodshot, his teeth grinding until he drew blood. In their arms, I looked up in confusion and asked softly, “Who are you?”

"This is the body donation agreement, Mr. Lewis. Please sign here." Joel Lewis looks at the paper before him. His hand trembles as he grips a pen. The other party can sense his hesitance. They say considerately, "Body donation is a big thing, and it's normal for people to change their minds at the last minute. You can go home and discuss this with your family—" "I've already signed it." Joel smiles bitterly. "Family" is a term that's beyond him. There's no longer any space in his wife's heart for him, after all.

She went undercover to destroy him… and now she has to seduce him so he will let his guard down. Detective Natalia morozova's mission was simple it was to get close to Mikhail Volkov, the Bratva's pakhan and gather some information to use against him but after saving his life, she wakes up in his bed… and unknowingly signs a marriage contract to him. And now she has to play the perfect wife smiling sweetly, touching him softly while plotting his downfall, but every possessive grip on her body, makes it harder to remember which of them is really in control, and what her mission really is. In this game of seduction and lies one of them has to surrender.. and it might not be him.

"What do you want?” Valencia snapped, her voice was furious and annoyed. Dominic merely looked at her dead in the eye, his gaze did not falter as he replied softly, "What I have always wanted…” He left the last word that was lingering on his tongue unspoken. “…you.” Valencia Raskin was the archon alpha; the alpha of the alphas who reigned the Sricgis forest and all the packs in it. The werewolf population was dwindling and she had to find a mate…soon. Who would she choose? The supremely charming alpha, Dominic Castro, who also happens to be her best friend, or the infuriatingly handsome mage, Calhoun Hawthorne, who might have a solution to all her growing problems?

After being accused of killing her best friend, Lyra flees her pack to avoid being killed where she finds love with Killian, only to be betrayed by him and her best friend. But fate smiles at her when she is given another chance to prove that a cursed omega can be desired when she has a one night stand with Damien. He offers a contract marriage which she accepts to get back at Killian only for her to find out that her new husband is none other than the famous cursed Lucan of the Blackthorn pack.