Smirk Artinya

"Sign this contract, Sara," Zack said with a smirk playing on his lips. "Think about it. You will get your revenge, and I get what I want,” He added. Orphaned after the death of her parents, Sara Miles vowed to take revenge on her parents’ murderer, whom she strongly believed to be her uncle. She set her sights on the biggest tech company in New York. Along the way, she encountered the rude and arrogant CEO of the company, Zack Enterprise, Zack Samuels. Surprisingly, despite their less-than-ideal first encounter, he offered her the job. Little did she know, there was more to this. They entered into a contract marriage to both achieve their revenge. For Sara, it was her uncle, while for Zack, it was his ex-fiancée, Nora, who had cheated on him.Will they fall in love, or will their situation forever be a contract marriage?

Forced into a contract marriage with the man he hates most, stranded college student Asher Knight thought his life couldn't get any worse. But nothing is ever that simple. Damien Chase — arrogant, ruthless, and stunningly handsome — holds a life-altering secret behind his cold smirk: he's not just a billionaire, but Asher's anonymous online crush. Trapped in a poisonous web of lies, false kisses, stolen moments, and forbidden attraction, Asher must decide: Will he destroy the man who ruined his life. Or become helplessly, recklessly in love with him? When hatred turns to passion, and secrets threaten to annihilate them — can their fake marriage survive? Or was it bound to fail?

“Don't! My body is a temple of the Lord!” I shivered at the sound and raid in my voice as I held his gaze. He let out a small chuckle, a smirk slowly crawling to his lips. “Your body belongs to me–” he grabbed my naked ass, forcefully pulling me to make contact with his hardened body. “I, Vermont Cardonisss, am now your Lord, little pet. Bend over!” *** It is better to be a slave to a mafia than to be a sex toy of your very own father. On this account, Grace agrees to pay the debts of her father to the sexy and brutal mafia, Vermont Cardoniss. It becomes a bloody entanglement of two incessant individuals where Vermont seems too ruthless to repent and Grace, too religious to be laid. Would it be a case of a good girl turned naughty or the redemption of a cold-blooded mafia? [Content Guidance: This book is intended for adult as it contains explicit sexual and violence scenes]

"I never wanted this with you. Leia forced me into this! If you hadn't lied about a mate bond, did you think I'd have chosen to keep your mark?! Why do you still keep me anyway?! Reject me, Kayden and let me leave!” I yelled out in anger, thrusting my arms forward and flanking him at his side. He winced but still held me tight against him even as I bucked and kicked. His lips curled back in a small smirk as his chest heaved when he lazily dragged his fingers through his hair. "Tell me, Renna. What did you think would happen when you jumped in here? Amari was reckless enough to bring you here, but she isn't dumb enough to not have told you where this was, and what this very lake you stand in, does to lovers." His grin broadened, and he tutted, "Unless, Little Wolf, you were indeed hoping something would happen? Does it excite you to see me in a rut? Did you wish that I would take you right here, right now and affirm my claims and desire for you?" Kayden taunted. †★† Renna, the eldest daughter of the Crimson Moon Pack, endures a life of torment. Exploited by her ruthless stepsister Leia, and betrayed by her former mate Kieran she finds herself tossed in the middle of a century-old feud. Born without a wolf, and a cursed blood, Renna is on the brink of destruction. But everything soon changes when Kayden, the Alpha of the Silver Pack, infiltrates the Crimson Moon Pack as an omega, and she ends up becoming his fated mate. Can their love bring them redemption? or will it be their downfall?

The night Araya was born, the Moon refused her. Marked as wolfless, mocked and forgotten, she grew up as prey in her own pack. Even her fated mate broke the bond with a smirk and left her bleeding at the border — for rogues to finish. But they forgot one thing: Ash remembers. And so does the throne buried beneath it. The forest did not devour her. It bowed. The flame did not die. It waited. Until, in the silence between heartbeats, something older than gods whispered: “She is not blessed. She is not chosen. She is the reckoning the moon tried to silence.” Now Araya walks again — no longer mortal, no longer meek. She is Hollow-Blood reborn, daughter of the fire that swallowed fate, heir to a throne no god dares name. And fate has bound her to Dorian—Azrien—the exiled god chained to shadow and ruin. He expected to crave nothing but vengeance. Until her. Araya is the mate his immortal soul demands, the salvation he denies, and the spark that could either set him free… or burn the world to ash. But enemies stir in silence. Adira, the Luna who would claim the Alpha prince at any cost, forges a pact with a creature older than gods, a monster chained in rot and darkness. The price she pays will rip fate itself open. Betrayals. Forbidden desire. Gods who bleed. Wolves who kneel. And at the heart of it, one truth no prophecy can silence: The gods will end. She will not. And the last prophecy carved into stone whispers: “The Flame That Walks Returns. Let the gods burn first.”

“I have nothing else,” I continued, my voice gaining a desperate strength. “So I offer myself. My loyalty. My.... my body. Whatever you want from me. Just...just help me make them pay. Help me destroy them.” Then, slowly, a smirk touched his lips. It wasn’t a kind smile. It was cold, calculating, and utterly terrifying. It sent a chill down my spine ~ He is no savior, just a cold, calculating rogue with a history of violence and eyes that blaze gold in the shift. She is the Omega who unexpectedly became his fated mate, carrying the weight of murdered kin and a desperate need for vengeance. He offers her the strength she craves, but his methods are brutal, his heart seemingly encased in ice. Amidst the blood and shadows, can fleeting, rare moments of raw connection forge something real, or is a monster forever bound to his nature?

Sia woke up from a coma after seven months, only to discover that she was the only sister of a Mafia overlord. Due to amnesia, she didn't recall all of her memories, but one thing she couldn't forget was how her father was murdered on her birthday by their enemies. This memory plagued her with nightmares every night, terrifying her. Driven by the desire for revenge, she believed that avenging her father's death might free her from the darkness that engulfed her. Thus, she embarked on a quest for vengeance. However, she was unaware that the four men she killed were not the ones responsible for her father's murder; they were merely pawns. In the underworld, everyone knew the name of the true culprit, but no one knew what he looked like, making it extremely difficult for Sia to find someone who existed only by name. One day, however, he appeared in her apartment like a ghost. He looked at her and said, "Aren't you looking for me? I'm here now, Little vermin.’ ‘Who the hell are you?’ With a sly smirk lingering on his face, he answered. ‘I’m your sweet nightmare, Little vermin. I give both sweet and lethal nightmares your experience every night.’

"At least I am a whore to a respectable man and not a monster like you!" "Monster? Is that what you still think me to be?" There was a smirk on his lips as he brought his face closer, brushing his nose against mine, "Well let me show you how a monster behaves!" The moment his words came out, his hands were on my waist, gripping me and throwing me over his shoulders. I yelled, kicking and throwing my hands but he paid no heed and threw me on the bed. I immediately got on all fours trying to crawl away but he grabbed my ankle forcing me down. "Let me go!" I screamed at him. He didn't comply, instead, I felt him atop my back, our limbs aligning perfectly as he placed a hand on my neck, gripping it softly but still forcing my head to the bed. My neck tingled where he touched it, fingers softly caressing my flesh. I took in deep breaths, the closeness, the warmth, the sparks. It was all too much and I was sure my scent was already sinking into him, teasing his dragon hence why he acted so mad. **** Princess Fiona is a single mother who doesn't know the father of her child. She tries to live a quiet life but is soon accused of treason due to her father's crimes and she's dragged away as a slave to the king. When she meets the king for the first time, she's drawn to him and her wolf whispers mate despite him being the sworn enemy of her father. Would he accept her or would he reject her subjecting her to a cruel fate and what happens when she decides to seek the father of her child?

Bryson POV Blackridge University was already a nightmare before I dumped hot coffee all over Julian Hayes. He's tall, built, with this perfect smirk that makes me want to punch him. Captain of the hockey team and the biggest asshole I've ever met. He destroyed me in front of everyone. Made sure I knew exactly where I stood. But then I joined the hockey team to make my mom happy, and suddenly everything changed. I could actually play. And Julian? He started looking at me like he wanted to destroy me in a whole different way. Now every practice feels like war. Every time we're alone in the locker room, I can barely breathe. I hate him. I want him. And I'm pretty sure he knows it. Julian's POV I run Blackridge University. Team captain, golden boy, everyone wants to be me or be with me. Then some transfer kid crashes into me and ruins my shirt. Bryson Miller. Smart mouth, cheap clothes, and eyes that look at me like he's not impressed. I should've crushed him and moved on. But the little shit joined my hockey team and turned out to be good. Really good. Now I can't get him out of my head. Every practice, every fight we have feels like something else entirely. Something I don't want to think about. I thought that was complicated enough. Then I walk into my house tonight and find Bryson unpacking boxes in my living room..

“I can’t believe you just said that!” I burst out, staring at Ethan like he’d sprouted twenty extra heads. “You want me to... to pretend to be your girlfriend? What, like, fake holding hands? Fake kissing? Fake everything?” He didn’t blink as his nonchalant gaze met mine, a hint of a smirk playing on those lips. “Yes, Riley. That’s usually how fake dating works.” All Harper Adams wanted was to get through one evening pretending to be her best friend on a blind date. But when her date turned out to be Ethan Reynolds—her infuriatingly handsome CEO—things quickly spiraled out of control. Now, she’s caught in a whirlwind of fake romance to help him dodge his family’s relentless matchmaking schemes. Between awkward office run-ins and public displays of “affection” at high-society galas, Harper is discovering that fake dating might be a lot harder than she thought—especially when her feelings for Ethan start to feel all too real. With secrets piling up and hilariously disastrous moments at every turn, Harper’s left wondering: can she survive this charade, or will her fake love life blow up in her face?