Tony Stark Smile Novels & Stories

“What?” he snapped, breathless. Then I heard her moan, his name, over and over. My husband answered my desperate call while f*ing someone else. Three years of marriage. Three years of silence, insults, and betrayal. Tonight, I begged for scraps of affection, and he gave me humiliation instead. That night should have broken me. Instead, it led me to Kai Rylan. Cold. Dangerous. A man who doesn’t smile, doesn’t forgive, doesn’t feel. He says I’m just another employee in his world of violence and power. So why does he look at me like I’m something he wants to ruin? And why do I want to let him?

Synopsis/Blurb: ... "Elena, do you know what you're getting yourself into?" Layla, my best friend asked sounding concerned. All for the right reasons though. I smirked, crossing my legs. "He is rich, he is handsome, he is powerful..." A sly smile graced my lips "Noah Reynolds, is my target" ... Professional con artist Elena Vasquez targets Noah Reynolds, a wealthy businessman with a guarded heart, as her latest mark. Unbeknownst to Noah, Elena plans an elaborate heist that entangles them in a web of deception and unexpected romance. As they navigate through twists, turns, and conflicting emotions, Elena and Noah discover that their lives may be more connected than they ever imagined. Can they overcome their pasts and find love amidst the chaos of their own making?

Connor's missing first love was found. When he received the police call, he lost his composure and rushed out of the office, forgetting to grab his jacket from the chair. The business partners he was discussing a new collaboration with were stunned, all of them unconsciously looking at Anne. "It's fine, continue," Anne withdrew her gaze from following Connor, offering a poised smile as she smoothly took over his unfinished words. "Regarding the investment in the new project..." An hour later, Anne personally saw off the business partners. She returned to her office, picked up her phone, and saw that there were no messages from Connor. Anne called Connor. After a few rings, the call was answered, but it was a girl's voice on the other end.

Joey Clad was the Moonstone Pack’s Alpha while I was his fated mate, his future Luna. The truth was, he rejected the Moon Goddess’ will and remained obsessed with my stepsister, Anna Bate. Joey made sure to present Anna with a one-of-a-kind gift on every holiday. He was available 24/7 to cater to her every whim. I never expected Joey to seize my mother’s keepsake just to please the birthday she-wolf. Worse still, he turned a blind eye as Anna killed my brother, Jake Bate, all to put a smile on her face. Amid the pouring rain, I held Jake’s lifeless body, slipping Joey’s ring off my finger. I promised myself that they would pay in blood.

"Daniel!!" i shout, the word tearing out of me . my voice bounces of the walls. Everyone turns. The room goes quiet instantly. He looks up. Our eyes meet. His smile falters as he looks at me from head to toes in bewilderment. he stands , straightens his suit , still puzzled. "what is this?" he says , his voice low but sharp with warning . The receptionist rushes behind me , whispering frantically. "Sir, i told her to wait..." I pull out the condom, and lift it high enough for him and everyone else in his office to see "Who is she ....!!" I say cutting her off,"..you bastard!, you've been fucking someone else!!!"Someone gasps. The air shifts.

My mom and dad died heroically in a fire rescue, trying to protect an orphan. Afterward, my brother brought the orphan, Audrey, home. To make her smile, he'd throw away photos of me and our parents. He even kicked me out in front of everyone. For Audrey's coming-of-age celebration, he took her to Cranburn—the place I'd always dreamed of going. In his eyes, I had nowhere else to go. He believed that once I realized I was wrong, I'd come back on my own. But what he didn't know was—I had joined an overseas rescue team. This might be the last time we ever see each other.

“How did this happen, Micheal?!” I screamed as I jolted up under the duvet that I was, hoping that it wasn’t what I was thinking “Don't look so surprised baby, it's me. Your one and only ex-boyfriend” Micheal replied with a wicked smile *** ***** ***** **** **** **** *** Flora found herself naked unexpectedly on the same bed with her ex boyfriend, Micheal, few days before her wedding!!!. When she confessed to her fiancé, Stanley, he forgave her reluctantly, but the past comes back to haunt them when Micheal claims to be the father of Flora’s baby girl Is Micheal telling lies? Or could he be telling the truth? As the truth unfolds revealing that the baby girl belongs to neither Stanley nor Micheal. Who the hell is the father of the child!!!?

The day two students got into a dispute, I ran into Morris Freeman, my ex from ten years ago. The boy who had been fighting wiped his tears and called him "Dad". Morris froze when he saw me, then finally remembered what was going on and apologized. "Ms. Langstaff, I'm sorry for causing you trouble." I handled the compensation by the book and wrapped everything up. When it was over, he lagged behind, clearly wanting to say something. "Back then, I remember you didn't want to be a teacher." I gave a faint smile and walked him to the office door. "People change. So do their ideas." Just like my feelings for him. That chapter had been closed a long time ago.

I never expected my boss to blackmail me into marriage. Ethan Sinclair the cold, calculating billionaire who never cracks a smile holds a secret over my head, forcing me into a fake marriage to secure his family’s inheritance. I hate him for it, but I need the money to save my brother’s life. The rules are simple: play the devoted wife for a year, follow his lead in public, and stay out of his way behind closed doors. But as sparks fly and buried secrets unravel, I realize Ethan isn’t just ruthless, he’s hiding something even more dangerous. The closer I get, the harder it becomes to remember this is all just a contract. Because falling for the devil was never part of the deal.

For the past three months, I've slept only three hours every day just so my team and I can create an app. Thanks to our hard work, the app goes absolutely viral to the point we've garnered over 100 million registered users on the first week of its launch. At the afterparty, my wife, Stacie Woodward, announces that her godbrother, Tory Frost, who's the PR manager, will be the one receiving the million-dollar bonus. She then tosses me a few 50% discount coupons that can be used in shopping malls as my bonus. "You're just a code monkey—why do you need that much money anyway? You can have these discount coupons. Use them on anything you want. At least buy some nice clothes for yourself. Don't go around wearing these rags. You'll just end up humiliating me more." I plead to her in a low tone, "Have you gone crazy, Stacie? My dad needs the money for the best medication in order to save his life! Can you please stop joking around?" But Stacie clings to Toby's arm, looking high and mighty. "Your dad's dying, isn't he? He might as well stop wasting the public resources! I can always choose him a better grave and hold a nice funeral for him when his time comes!" As I look at Stacie's smug face, I just smile at her instead of getting mad at her. She must have forgotten that the app's core algorithm and the user growth model are built using my private, undisclosed technology stack. That means the copyright is mine and has nothing to do with the company. I just smile while nodding at Stacie. That night, I activate the technology stack's self-destruct and migration protocols.