Smiling Critters X Reader Novels & Stories

After so many years of searching for a job, I finally got one, but it came with a lot of twists and unexpected desires—I ended up falling for my broken CEO. ******** "My heart is no longer capable of love, Jessy; you are wasting your time by preaching that to me." He snapped, making me take a sharp intake of breath. "Sir, just because your ex left you broken and shattered doesn't mean all love is meant to be like that," I said with confidence. "Sir, true love is a beautiful thing; it's a thing that recognizes no barriers; the best love is one that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, "I add, smiling dreamingly as I pictured him in my mind. "Miss Jessy, are you indirectly professing your love to your boss?" I snapped back to my senses, meeting his confused glance at me; I gasped, realizing how stupid I was. "Hmm... Sorry... sorry sir, I will go work on the document." I rushed to pack the piece of document, aiming quickly for the door; I was just too embarrassed to spend even a single minute here. "Miss Jessy, do you have feelings for me in any way?" I was about to exit the door when he caught me by the arm, his question making me root on the spot. "What should I do? geez!"

Jace Griffin was my childhood friend. One of us was a total slacker, and the other was a real troublemaker. The year we were at the peak of our bragging, I said that I would get second place in the exam, and he said he would get first. The results came out. I scored 20 points, and he scored 10 points. Later, I said that I was going to sleep twelve hours a day to make up for it, and he said that he could sleep a full twenty-four hours. In the end, we both spent the night at an internet cafe and stayed until morning. Then, I said that I was going to confess to someone. His eyes flickered. But his thought suddenly came into my mind, “If I accept her confession and stop her from studying, then Winnie’s spot in Harrington University will be secured!” He opened his mouth and was about to say “I do.” But I turned around smoothly and hugged a stray dog that happened to walk past. “Doggy. From now on, you’re my only one.” Jace’s handsome face twisted in anger right away. “Xena, you would rather choose a dog than me?” I rolled my eyes before smiling brightly. Choose him? What was the point of choosing him? Could he even earn me money? I already had a guaranteed admission to Harrington University. I just wanted to raise dogs. I did not have time for a loser like him.

Jordan Hayes never meant for one desperate lie to summon the devil himself. Disowned by his family for being gay, scraping by at a smoothie shop and dodging creeps at his night job, Jordan's life is already a nightmare. When a persistent harasser corners him, he blurts out the first thing that comes to mind: “He's my boyfriend.” The words summon Damien Voss—tall, lethal, and terrifyingly beautiful. The ruthless mafia heir doesn't just play along. He claims the title. Permanently. One fake boyfriend ploy becomes a dangerous game. Damien starts showing up everywhere: outside Jordan's apartment, waiting for his shift, calling him “boyfriend” with a smile that promises ruin. Every time Jordan tries to run, Damien pulls him closer—possessive, obsessive, and far too aware of Jordan's every fear, every scar. Jordan thought he was using a monster to scare off wolves. He was wrong. The monster wants to keep him. Now Damien has a plan: leverage Jordan to destroy his father's empire. And if Jordan fights back? Damien will break him. Or make him his—body, soul, and screams. In a city of neon and shadows, one lie binds them forever. Hi, boyfriend. Welcome to hell. Warning: 18+ Dark romance. Obsession, stalking, violence, power imbalance, trauma. Reader discretion strongly advised.

“I will seduce my hot bodyguard!” After two months of being the CEO of Williamson's Company, Savannah experienced a tragedy. A fire broke out on the floor where her office was located. But she couldn't go out to save herself because she had a fear of crowds! However, she couldn't stay inside either because she would surely die in the fire! She covered her nose and mouth as the office filled with smoke. Thinking about what she would do, Savannah felt a strong pair of hands on her shoulder, and before she could say a word, the person put a wet blanket on her and guided her to the exit. "Careful." She heard his baritone voice! When they left the building, she saw her savior. She swallowed, the man was tall, with light brown skin, dark eyes, thick eyebrows, and long eyelashes! She didn't want to dwell on his lips, but she couldn't help it because they were luscious! Okay, she was checking him out, but yes, the man was good-looking! He immediately got her attention! After a few seconds, he introduced himself as Ace, her personal bodyguard. Okay she didn’t know she has one! But what is dangerous was Savannah never expected that her handsome bodyguard would stir her thoughts, especially at night! She always dream about her and Ace having intense s*x!

I loved him long before I knew better. Derek Holland—the kind of man who could ruin your life and make you thank him for it. I gave him loyalty, patience, years of loving a man who only ever loved himself. He made me feel small, unwanted, replaceable. I stayed anyway. I believed one day he would choose me the way I chose him. But he didn’t. He destroyed me instead. So I did the only thing a woman with nothing left to lose could do. I married the one man Derek hated most. Ryker Holland. His older half-brother. The family scandal. Cold eyes, wicked mouth, and a grudge sharp enough to cut. Our deal was simple. Make Derek jealous enough to crawl back on his knees. Help Ryker take back everything Derek stole. It should have been easy. But somewhere between the lies, the fights, and the way Ryker touched me like he already owned me, I stopped knowing which brother was more dangerous. The one who broke me… or the one who makes me want to break all over again. Either way, we were one big happy fucking family. _Disclaimer: This story features morally complex, flawed characters with twisted motives. It includes themes of manipulation, deception, and emotional cruelty. Reader discretion is advised.

⚠️ WARNING: 18+ READERS ONLY ⚠️ This book is an erotica collection containing 20 different stories filled with explicit themes, graphic sexual content, power dynamics, and mature situations. Proceed with caution. If you are sensitive to dark romance, revenge plots, or intense erotic scenes, this collection may not be suitable for you. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Blurb Sofia’s life shatters in a single click. The only man she ever trusted betrays her in the cruelest way possible — leaking her most intimate photos into the university group chat and auctioning the rest for money. Humiliated. Broken. Burning with rage. On her way to confront him, Sofia steps blindly into the highway — not caring whether she lives or dies. A black G-Wagon stops inches away from her. And the man who steps out isn’t just dangerous. He’s powerful. Tattooed. Cold. Untouchable. And he’s Tristan’s father. When his dark eyes lock onto hers, something shifts. The air thickens. His hand finds her waist. His voice drops to a husky warning. Sofia should walk away. Instead, she makes a decision that will change everything. If Tristan wants to ruin her life… She’ll ruin his from the inside. And what better weapon than the one man he fears? Don’t forget to drop your comments as you read — your feedback means everything.

Having feelings for my best friend’s dad was bad. But what the fuck do we call having feelings for three of them? Especially when those three men aren’t just my dad’s best friends, they’re also my best friends’ dads. They were the last people that should turn me on. But they were the only ones who could give me earth-shaking orgasms. Some cravings are so wrong they should stay locked in your head forever. Like secretly dripping for the three powerful men who helped raise you. Like imagining them stretching every hole while your dad is thousands of miles away. Like begging “Daddy” from three different mouths at the same time. But I didn't just imagined mine, I lived it and loved it. Content Warnings: 18+ Explicit Content – Reader Discretion Strongly Advised. DADDY’S BEST FRIENDS is a filthy short erotica collection where the rules get destroyed and the pleasure gets nasty. It's raw, no-holds-barred stories of forbidden lust, age-gap sin, and dominant older men who know exactly how to ruin a younger woman the right way. These aren’t love stories. These are the dirty fantasies you touch yourself to when no one’s watching. You’re not supposed to want this. That’s exactly why it feels so fucking good.

"Rip my ass apart, Daddy! Fuck the shit out of me! God, yes!" "So fucking tight, Jenny. No matter how many times I fuck your ass, it's always like the first time... Are you being good for daddy? Keeping other dicks out of this perfect ass?" "Yes, Daddy. Only yours," she moaned... ### Plunge into a filthy taboo erotica collection where daddies (step daddies, daddies-in-law, and other forbidden fruit) crave and claim their teasing little girls in raw, boundary shattering steamy shorts. Loaded with intense dirty talk, dubious consent edges, high risk exposure thrills, possessive breeding kinks, degradation and humiliation, and scorching incest. Please take care of your mental health. It gets dark and twisted in here... ### A conflicted step daddy wrecks his stepdaughter's holes on his marital bed while his wife lurks nearby. A blind step daughter is tricked into fucking daddy. A daddy fucks his step daughter on her wedding day... to his son. Billionaire daddies. Don daddies. A daddy that fucks his son's girlfriend... in front of his son. ### Indulge in these and other dark fantasies with twist endings that will stay with you. She begs for daddy's brutal cock. He can't stop stretching his filthy little girl. ***All characters are over 18. Explicit content ahead. 18+ only. Reader discretion is advised.

Leah, Logan’s adopted sister, threw a tantrum at our first engagement party, an episode of her pup dependency anxiety. But after that night, I gave him an ultimatum: if he couldn’t bond me before I turned thirty, he’d have to choose—me or Leah. Logan believed I’d never walk away. After all, I was bonded by my dying mother’s last wish: to be bonded with the werewolf warrior who’d loved me for ten years. Ten years together. Twelve promises that he’d keep Leah in line. And then came my twenty-ninth birthday—our thirteenth engagement party. Leah locked me in a restroom, stole my gown, and stood beside Logan in my place. She was smiling, glowing, claiming everything that was mine. When I finally stepped out, my gown was tattered. I confronted Logan, but he only said, “Alison, forgive her. I promise, this is the last time.” I looked at the torn gown my mother had sewn through sickness and pain… and I laughed. Logan sighed in relief, thinking I’d let it slide again. But I didn’t. I turned and walked away without a word. After a decade together, he thought I belonged to him. Well, he was wrong. He didn’t know that there was someone else who could give me happiness and fulfill my mother’s wish.

As Gamma of the Creed Pack, I'd held the Northern Border alone for three full years. Every time I called in to ask when I could come home, my mate — the Alpha of Creed — picked up the phone himself. He told me the rogues weren't cleared. He told me the rival packs were still circling. He said, "Nora. One more year. Once we have completely eliminated all our enemies, I will hold the grandest mating ceremony for you. I swear it on the Moon." I believed him. When I dragged myself out of a pile of dead rogues with a silver arrowhead still lodged an inch from my heart, bleeding too fast for a medevac, my warriors had to shift and run me back in wolf form all the way to Creed territory. The moment we crossed the border, I saw fairy lights strung from every streetlamp along the road to the pack house. Pack wolves on the sidewalks were talking loud, smiling at each other. "The Alpha's Mating Ceremony is tonight. He's taking the Elder's daughter as Luna. Three years of peace on the border. It's a good time to be Creed." I coughed dark blood into the fur on the back of my warrior's neck and laughed, short and bitter. He hadn't needed me holding the border. He just hadn't wanted me home.