Starfire Smile Bones Novels & Stories

Finish the mission, Seven, or we finish your sister." My handler's voice is static in my ear. Clinical. My sister's heartbeat still echoes from this morning's audio clip, steady, for now. Across the Volkov's gilded ballroom, my three targets watch me with possessive hunger. Alexei, whose brutal hands lift my chin like I'm something precious. Dimitri, who counts my lies like other men count coins. Nikolai, whose kindness is the most dangerous weapon of all, because it's the first thing that cracked my programming. I was engineered for this. Genetically modified to be immune to their mate bond, sculpted into the perfect weapon to destroy the most dangerous werewolf mafia family in Russia. Six months to make them love me. Six months to kill them. My immunity is failing. I feel it when Nikolai's touch doesn't repulse me. When Dimitri's suspicion feels like concern. When Alexei's cruelty looks more like pain. The bond I was supposed to fake is stitching itself into my bones, real and terrifying. Now my handlers want the kill. My sister's life for theirs. But the man who created me is their uncle. This isn't a mission, it's an eighty-year revenge, and I'm the blade he sharpened to cut his own bloodline. They think they've claimed their fated Luna. I'm carrying the knife that could end them. And I'm not sure which is sharper anymore:the silver in my sleeve, or the hope in my chest that maybe, just maybe, I could belong to them instead of my creators.

My mate, Rex Thornfield, hails from a world of a higher plane. He tells me that the world I live in is a werewolf novel and that he's forbidden from falling for anyone in the novel world. But the thing is, he's fallen in love with me at first sight. As long as Rex is still in love with me, he will keep getting backlash from the world's rules. The punishment he's forced to suffer is the pain and agony that's equivalent to having his bones shattered repeatedly. Later on, I get abducted by the Hunter's Guild. There, I get imprisoned in a dark dungeon, where I keep getting tormented and beaten up by silver weapons. When I'm on the verge of dying, I use the secret method that Rex has taught me to get in contact with him. But that's when I accidentally overhear his conversation with his system. "Rex, how could you purposefully let the hunters abduct Selena? Don't you love her?" Rex's voice is as cold as steel. "The female supporting lead, Vera Linden, was supposed to be the one enduring this ordeal. I have no choice but to let Selena take her place in order to save Vera. "Besides, Selena is the female lead of this werewolf novel. She will be fine with the Moon Goddess watching over her. "Once Vera is safe and sound, I'll use my entire life to make it up to Selena and atone for my sins." My heart feels like it has gotten shattered into countless pieces. When the hunters torment me once again, my heart has officially died, so I give up on struggling for survival.

When our two packs were at war, I secretly injected myself with the deadly Silverthorn Toxin to save my Alpha mate. But when he woke, Fenris hailed another she-wolf, Vanessa, as his savior, and condemned me as his enemy. "Freya, you are here to repay a blood debt. Your Silver Crest pack owes me the lives of my entire pack." He obliterated the last remnants of my family in this city. He imprisoned me on his private territory, tormenting me daily, his Alpha presence a constant, crushing weight. He dressed Vanessa in the Luna's gown and announced that she was carrying his child. And to everyone else, I was nothing more than a canary in his gilded cage. The tearing agony of our rejected mate bond was more lethal than any torture. He gripped my jaw, forcing me to watch as the landmarks my family had built were torn down, one by one. "Did you really think one mating ceremony could wash away the ocean of blood between us?" he sneered, his eyes devoid of any warmth. "You slaughtered my people. Do you think sending just one of you could ever atone for that sin?" Every time I tried to end my own life, he would dig up the bones of one of my kin from their graves and grind them to dust right in front of me. "I told you, you don't get to die without my permission." I stopped struggling. Let him hate me. After all, I only had three days left until the Silverthorn Toxin in my veins ran its course.

Love is sweet and unique like the flavor in candy. Sometimes sweet, sometimes sour. Sometimes, something that looks good will look bad. Vice versa, it is that same with matters of the heart. Sometimes, giving in is sweeter than being with someone you love. However, with an acidic groove. The sweet and sour side is like a unique unity, like a complicated storyline. But, made an impression on the heart. Two separate earphone cables, reconnect. The sweet taste that accompanies the sour taste that will not move gloomy. Because, the sweet one will be loyal to make the sweet groove on the sour. Isn't this a unique fair epilogue? When the smile comes and the shackels of disappointment both embrace at the end of the story.

"Apologize this minute, or else!" Kade roared, his tone threatening. My heart skipped a beat, as if electrocuted, and my body tensed. I watched, fuming, as Kade's gaze locked onto Lisa's, their eyes melting into a romantic stare. My blood boiled, rage rushing through my veins. "Or else what?" I challenged, my tone dripping with defiance. Kade's gaze shifted to me, a manipulative smile spreading across his face. "Or else your tears will kiss my divorce papers tomorrow!" he sneered. I fired back, my voice steady. "No, my pen will kiss your papers in response!”

(MASSIVE MATURE CONTENT AHEAD) 18+ 18+ Jamie Flock is not only controlling but also an unsupportive husband. He leaves Stella Graham to turn to her limited options in order to raise money for her sister’s surgery. Her job isn’t exactly something she’s proud of. But she has no other choices. Her life takes a turn when opportunity presents itself in the form of a rich, mysterious client. It would be the start of her promising career, a spicy journey of lust and romance and betrayals. From a strip club to the CEO’s lair filled with Sin, Seduction and Corporate games. “The Devil Wears A Suit, And A Smile”

“I would’ve died for my sister. Instead, I lived for her son.” Jade, the ruthless Alpha, made me his mate out of vengeance, not love. Now I’m trapped in a loveless bond, raising the son of the woman everyone adored, the same woman whose death they blame on me. But the real monster wears a smile and the secrets buried in this Pack run deeper than anyone knows including the truth about Jade’s father’s illness, and the child growing inside me. They all think I’m the villain. But I might be the only one who can save them. If I survive.

Late at night, my husband came home with a young model. "So, you are the washed-up wife that Mr. Dawson keeps at home?" The girl looked at me with a mocking smile and said. Jay Dawson, my husband, reeking of alcohol, glanced between us with interest. He then hugged the young girl and led her into the bedroom. I sat alone on the living room couch, wrapped in a blanket, and listened to their shameless noises all night. I endured it for two years. Our agreement had finally ended this year, and so had my love for Ethan. I walked away. But Ethan chased after me like a madman.

Before my parents died, they arranged for me to marry Alan Palmer, the powerful but impotent overlord of Northingdale. The day I received the engagement letter, strange floating messages appeared before my eyes. [Don't marry him. He can't have kids, and he's violent!] [If you go through with this, that freak will torture you to death. Run!] [Your childhood sweetheart is your true love. Run away with him!] My childhood sweetheart, Leon Wade, grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes with what seemed like deep affection. "Tiffany, let's run away together. Have your maid take your place and marry Alan. She knows you well. No one will notice." Fooled by the so-called love in his eyes and those floating messages, I chose to go with him in my past life. I could only watch as the maid stole my identity as the heiress of the Glissons, gave Alan a son, and walked away with hundreds of millions of dollars in fortune. In the end, Leon held her in his arms. He tied a huge stone to me, kicked me into the ocean, and said smugly, "From now on, she's Tiffany. As for you, rot at the bottom of the sea forever!" I watched as sharks slowly tore into my body, pain ripping through every inch of me, until only my bones sank into the dark water. After being reborn, I finally understood that those floating messages were fake. They were carefully planted traps designed by Leon. Now, facing him and his pleas for me to run away, I let out a cold laugh and ignored the floating messages. "I'm not some helpless maiden. I'm marrying Alan."

I'm at a job interview at a major company. One of the interviewers is my father, Edgar Booker, whom I haven't seen in ten years. He wears a sharp suit and carries himself with an imposing presence. When he sweeps his indifferent gaze over me, he pauses for a rare moment. After the interview ends, the HR manager, Jesse Dorsey, pulls me aside. "You're Mr. Booker's son, right? He says you can start next week." I smile faintly and slowly tear up the offer letter. "No, thanks. I don't want to work with a murderer."