Smiling Naruto นิยาย & เรื่องราว

21 years old Soraya Rivera has spent her entire life fighting for everything she has. A full scholarship is her only ticket to a better future, and with her father's mounting medical bills threatening to bury her family, failure isn't an option. So when a heated confrontation at a nightclub turns into a public scandal, she's one mistake away from losing everything she's worked for. Declan Shaw has his own future on the line. At twenty-five, he's hockey's golden boy the league's favorite player and captain of the ice. But after one reckless night involving Soraya, lands him in trouble with sponsors and team management, he's given an impossible ultimatum: clean up his image or kiss his career goodbye. The solution? A legally binding marriage. For 365 days. One year of pretending they're happily in love. One year of living together, smiling for cameras, and convincing the world their relationship is real. If they fail, Declan loses the career he's sacrificed everything for. If Soraya refuses, she loses her scholarship and the chance to help save her father. The rules should be simple: no feelings, no complications, and absolutely no falling in love. But when hatred starts feeling dangerously close to attraction, and every stolen glance blurs the line between fake and real, Soraya and Declan discover that surviving 365 days together may be the easiest part. Because the biggest risk isn't losing everything. It's losing their hearts to the one person they swore they'd never love.

AUTUMN'S POV His voice was low when he said it — “You shouldn’t be here, Autumn.” “Then stop looking at me like that,” I fired back. He didn’t blink. “Like what?” “Like you’re about to do something you’ll regret.” He stepped closer, close enough for me to feel the heat off him. “I already regret it.” And then he kissed me. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was the kind of kiss that felt like a secret we’d never escape from. The next morning, my mom came home glowing, flashing a ring. And beside her stood him. The same man who kissed me like I belonged to him. “Autumn,” she said, smiling proudly. “Meet your new stepbrother.” Everything inside me froze — except his gaze. He didn’t even flinch. Just stared, silent, daring me to say something. Now, we live under the same roof. Same walls. Same tension that hums like electricity every time we’re alone. He says it’s wrong. He swears he’s trying to stop. But when the house goes quiet, and his voice finds me in the dark, he whispers, “Tell me to leave, and I will.” I never do. Because this isn’t just attraction — it’s an obsession neither of us can break. And when the truth finally blows open, someone’s going to burn for it.

Betrayed by her fiancé and left to burn alive in a lavish New York restaurant, Laura should have perished that night. Instead, she survives—faceless, broken, and reborn as Mia Carters, the cold, ruthless heiress everyone believed was dead. Now wearing the face of the city’s most hated woman, Laura steps into a world of obscene wealth, deadly secrets, and merciless power plays. Mia’s billions hold more than fortune; they conceal a flash drive capable of toppling empires—and every predator in the city wants it. Vincent Noir, the domineering head of the Noir family and Mia’s rumored fiancé, is the only man who knows the truth. Cold, possessive, and dangerously obsessed, he gave Laura a second chance at life… and a chance to finally make her his. But his protection comes with chains, and his touch ignites a fire she’s terrified to surrender to. As Laura hunts the people who destroyed her—starting with the man who set her ablaze—she must navigate a web of manipulation, stalking, and family betrayal. Old enemies wear smiling faces, new threats lurk in every shadow, and someone knows she’s an imposter. In a deadly game of revenge and desire, Laura will become everything Mia was and more. But when the real Mia returns and the ultimate betrayal is revealed, surviving her new life may cost her everything—including the heart she swore never to give. In a world where fortune is power and love is the ultimate weapon, one woman will rise from the ashes… and burn them all.

The old duke had gone to the palace three times and surrendered control over three Northmere estates before my father finally agreed to the engagement. Cassian Blackwell, Duke of Northmere, was young, powerful, wealthy, and apparently handsome enough to satisfy the entire court. To me, he was simply the man my brother had chosen because he was terrified I would lose my head over some man at the border and forget my family entirely. So he ordered me home for the engagement ceremony. Out of basic respect for the occasion, I went to choose the pink diamond necklace I would wear that night. The moment I stepped into the jewelry boutique, one necklace caught my eye. “That one is pretty,” a sharp, arrogant voice said behind me. “I’ll take it. Bring it here.” Before I could react, the sales associate pulled the box out of my hand. I straightened and kept my voice even. “Did no one ever teach you that customers are served in order?” The woman looked me up and down with open contempt. “The necklace costs three point two million,” she said, smiling as she tapped the crest pinned to her jacket. “Can you afford that? I grew up with the Duke of Northmere. In this city, I decide what I get.” Blackwell. What a coincidence. Cassian Blackwell was the fiancé I was supposed to meet that night. I took out my phone and dialed his number. “Cassian, your childhood friend is trying to take the necklace I chose for our engagement ceremony. How would you like me to handle her?”

Leonard Burton and I are childhood sweethearts, bound by a family-arranged marriage. After we marry, we live a loving, harmonious life. In a terrible accident, he even gives up his only chance at survival to save me. After Leonard's death, we find a journal among his belongings. In it, he records the three years he was missing after falling off a cliff—years spent with another woman he deeply loved. But his parents had forcibly separated them and arranged our marriage instead. Unbeknownst to anyone, he had continued to protect that woman from afar, silently and faithfully. At the funeral, Leonard's mother, Charlotte Newman, is inconsolable. "Leonard, it's all my fault. Would you still be alive if I'd let you marry Yelena back then?" His father, Samuel Burton, glares at me with hatred. "He fell off that cliff saving you. He died in that crash shielding you. Why do you bring him nothing but harm? Why aren't you the one who's dead?" Yes, why is it not me who's dead? I look at Leonard's familiar, smiling face on his gravestone before running at it and smashing my head on it. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to when he just returned from that small fishing village. This time, I choose to let him go and give him what he wants. Finally, I see Leonard again.

Three years ago, my fated mate, Rex Hemmond, had personally signed the auction contract, resulting in me getting delivered onto the auction stage in the black market. That night, I was injected with aphrodisiacs, leading to me revealing my most debauched side in front of everyone. That was how I became the most hated harlot in the Moonshade pack. My sister, Daisy Russell, could be seen nestling into Rex's arms. She was smiling as she watched me fall into the abyss. During the years of my exile, I spent countless nights beneath bridges. Most of the time, I was chased around by others who wanted to beat me up. Eventually, I started earning money by slaving away in underground cage fights as a fighter so that I could buy back the estate that my dad had left me with. Three years later, Rex tracks me down with bloodshot eyes. "Come back with me and apologize to Daisy." I respond by punching him in the face. "That'll be 100 dollars per punch. If you're still unsatisfied, you can keep punching me." When Rex takes Daisy's hand at the estate's gateway and claims that it will be hers from now on, I finally fire a text message to an unknown number. "I need you." The moment that wolf steps into the Moonshade pack, Rex questions me with red-rimmed eyes, "Since when did you get together with him?" I just smile in return. "He was the one who saved me on the night you signed the auction contract."

The cocktail hour had just ended when I picked up a video call in the bridal suite. It was Ethan, three years from now. By then, time‑travel tech had matured enough to let him contact me three years into the past. After enough specific details, I finally believed it. The man on the screen really was Ethan, three years older. I rubbed my aching ankle and pouted at him through the screen. "Ethan, smiling at all these guests is exhausting. But the second I remember I actually married you today, I'm happy all over again." "We're still happy three years from now, right?" He was leaning back against a headboard, and he didn't answer. His face was flat and unreadable. Then I heard it: a woman's voice from his end, low and breathy, asking to be kissed. I froze for a second, then covered my mouth and laughed. "Is that future me? In broad daylight? Get a room." Ethan turned the camera into the bed. My maid of honor was lying there, naked, sprawled across his chest. Her body was covered in hickeys. He looked straight at me as I started to break, and his voice didn't shift at all. "As soon as the reception ended, I told you I had a client meeting. I went to her room instead." "Jo, now you know what's coming. The guests haven't gone home yet. If you want a divorce tonight, you can have one. Up to you."

On the day my twin sister, Alexia Cavanaugh, and I turn 22, I collapse and find out that I have late-stage cancer. Ignoring the doctor's advice to be admitted, I walk out of the hospital. All I want is to spend one final birthday with my family without a single worry. But when I arrive at the party, a server stops me at the door and tells me the venue has been reserved exclusively for Alexia. Outsiders aren't allowed in. Through the glass, I watch as my brother holds a cake and my father places a birthday hat on Alexia's head. Even my boyfriend is there, smiling as Alexia makes a wish. I stand there for half an hour, gripping my phone, before my boyfriend finally answers my call. "I was just at the hospital. I—" He cuts me off. "Ophelia, you've always been healthy. It's Lexi's birthday today. We should talk later." Isn't today my birthday too? My mother died giving birth to me. The doctor later explained that I deprived Alexia of nutrients before birth, which left her frail from the start. And just like that, everyone decided I should always step aside for my twin, who was born five minutes before me. I ball up the report with my cancer diagnosis and toss it in the trash. I'm done letting their favoritism hurt me. I've never received their love anyway, so I choose to leave for good.

My wife had such a compassionate heart that she brought the young homeless man outside our apartment home for dinner, then demanded I give up my room so he could stay there. She spent the entire down payment I had saved on designer clothes for him and took him to five-star restaurants. She said she was only helping him and told me not to be so petty. Then, I got sick and ended up in the hospital. I called my wife and asked her to use the emergency funds in our bank account to pay for my surgery. She agreed right away. Despite that, I waited an entire day and missed the surgery, and the doctor told me I had only one month left to live. She never brought the money. Instead, I saw the photos she had posted on social media during her travels. My wife leaned against the homeless man in front of a famous landmark, smiling like she had everything she wanted. The caption read, "Wyatt said he's never been to any famous landmarks, so even if I have to spend every last cent, I'm going to take him around the world so he won't have any regrets. Also, someone was so afraid I'd spend money on Wyatt that he lied about being sick. He has no compassion at all!" Only then did I realize her so-called sympathy was just an excuse for falling for someone else. In that case, I did not want her anymore.

Gregor Campbell mostly called Gregor Bells is the richest and most popular billionaire in Russia and other countries. He's the typical example of a hot billionaire. Ladies from prestigious families falls just by the slightest sight of him alone. He's just 27 but owns the biggest technology company known as WEB ZONE. They deal with numbers of techs,gadgets electronics,phones,laptops,computer machines,,just name them,even robots. Gregor Campbell is young,handsome,rich,perfect all over but the only problem is,He's not the type who is into girls. After he got divorced about five years ago,his ex wife leaving him with his lovely twins,he was never caught on camera with a girl,he was never caught smiling either unless with his kids. He's the quiet and cold type whose workers find so hard to understand his moods and expressions. Getting married again is not in his plan,he was doing well as a single dad and he would even give the whole world to his kids but when it's about getting married,he doesn't want that. Some people say he's still in love with his ex wife while others only think he's in a secret relationship Then we have Annabella Rodrigo. A 20 years old dropout and also the only child of her parents,she's into lots of minor jobs just to live and fend for herself and family. Until she got a job as a maid into the popular Campbell's Island. What would become of her in there?? Find out