Warmth Smile Novels & Stories

I am not my parents' biological son. When they find their son and bring him back, he looks skinny and malnourished. My parents feel sorry for him, so they offer him compensation. But Kenneth Lawson says, "I am your son. If you are going to compensate me, then give me the company." My family persuades me by saying, "You are not related by blood after all. You should return the position to him." With a smile, I hand everything over to him. The next day, the company's biggest client, core technical team, and all distributors announce that they will only work with me. My parents panic and rush to beg me. I fold my arms and say, "Tell your biological son to come and beg me—the employee—to go back."

Nathaniel Reid had always despised being bound by our engagement. To spite me, he recklessly raced cars and caused trouble, indulging in all sorts of reckless behavior. And every time, I cleaned up his mess. Then, a girl named Joanna Smith appeared in his life. On the night of my birthday banquet, he scoured the entire city for a simple breakfast wrap for her and never even bothered to show up. I had already prepared for this moment. That night, I approached my family and asked to change the engagement. "It didn’t have to be Nathaniel." I thought of the distant, composed man from my dreams—the one who had always hidden his quiet, unwavering love for me. A smile flickered across my lips as I said softly, "Didn’t he still have an uncle?"

She Was Just the Nanny… Until She Became His Everything. After losing everything in one night… her career, her home and the man she loved, Veronica Hales thought her life couldn’t get any worse. Framed by her stepsister, betrayed by her boyfriend and tossed into the streets, she had no choice but to start over from nothing. But fate intervenes when she saves a mute little girl from a speeding car, unaware that the girl’s father is Leonard Armani, the reclusive billionaire who secretly owns the mansion and wealth her ex-boyfriend has been flaunting as his own. When Leonard offers her a job as his daughter’s nanny, Veronica accepts, determined to rebuild her life quietly. Yet the deeper she becomes part of Angel’s world, the harder it is to ignore the slow, burning tension between her and the mysterious man who signs her paychecks. Leonard, wounded by a past betrayal and haunted by distrust, swore never to love again. But the warmth Veronica brings into his home and his heart awakens something he thought he’d buried forever. As secrets unravel and old lies return to destroy them both, Veronica must choose: walk away again or fight for the love she never saw coming. She Entered His Mansion With Nothing. She Left With His Heart.

"Mark my word, Adeline. You can't escape! You will be forever Mrs. Romanov until you die!" My mouth parted in half as I kept an eye on Lucas leaving the room. His long declarations made my sanity more perplexed. He didn't even bother to look back to catch a glimpse of my reaction. Who does he think he is? Can't he see that I don't remember anything? I am not lying! **** After being in coma for months. The first thing that Adeline Parker-Romanov woke up to isn't the warmth of her husband's love but his wrath and accussation of cheating and without a single trace of memory in the past. She is left with no choice but to figure out the life that she must live as the mayor's wife while she tries her best to tame and fix her marriage with Lucas Romanov for the sake of their only son, Luke. In the middle of fitting the pieces of her puzzle-like life. Adeline realized something shocking. Lucas' men saved the wrong woman from the tragic car accident as she is not the ruthless mayor's real wife but an impostor whose fate change within a snap. What will she do once she remembers everything? Will she choose to abandon them, or will she stand up for being the real Mrs. Romanov?

"Shh, just a little bit more," I said against her skin. I raised my head to stare at her and her blue eyes were wide. My thumb caressed her cheeks as she stared right back at me. "More, Kiara," I whispered. "Just a little bit more," I could feel the softness of her lips, the warmth of her body, and the sparks under her every touch. "Ivan," She whispered. *** She was my addiction. I couldn't get enough of her. Her touch set my body ablaze, and the taste of her lips lingered long after she was gone. Every moment without her was agony, and I longed for the next chance to hold her close. I had never been one to fall so deeply, to be so consumed by another person. She was my undoing, my weakness, and yet I couldn't imagine a life without her. She brought out a side of me that I had never known existed -wild, primal energy that couldn't be contained. And even now, as I lay beside her, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath, I knew that I could never get enough. She was my addiction, and there was simply no other way to describe it. #2 BROKEN SERIES

“Is this what you want?”. He asked me. And all I could do was stare up at him as I tried to catch my breath. The feel of his hands on me; his touch, it sort to send me to insanity. ~~ Alexa is a timid and emotionally sensitive young waitress who lost her parents of recent. She is coerced by an old and friendly regular at the diner she works in to marry a cold and distant billionaire, his son, Calan; a regal billionaire with the supermodel girlfriend who has to leave his girlfriend and marry a lowly waitress when his dying father requests it of him. She finds herself completely broken by his rejection and heartlessness. However, she begins to find warmth and support with his best friend, Micheal; a professor and president at the university she later begins to attend, he happens to have also been forced into a marriage he had no interest in, she finds herself developing sinful attractions for him. Both men eventually find themselves drawn to her innocence and begin to conflict, what is she to do when she finds herself caught between and attracted to two regal and domineering men? Will she be the cause of conflict between the childhood friends? Will Micheal risk losing not just his best friend but also his wife who would do anything for him?

"Thirty million" I heard a male voice echo round the walls of the hall which silenced everyone. Who would bid that high just to buy me? "Thirty million dollars" the male voice spoke up once again, a young man striding confidently forward like he owned the very building with his bidding card raised up. He was eighty percent taller than everyone in attendance. I sucked in breath at his refined but cold appearance. His tuxedo hugged his body and showed of his impeccable muscles. His dark long hair was slick and let to fall, not a single strand out of place. He had the profile of a greek God but his features lacked warmth and empathy. His brown steel eyes burrowed into mine, a look of disgust on his face for me. "Sold!" the chairman hit the gavel on the table after a brief moment of silence since no one else was willing to bid higher. A wave of ovation took the hall, men chattering amongst themselves and whistling. "Get her ready and bring her to me" he pivoted and sharply ordered one of the armed bodyguards standing close to the podium. He owns me now. **** When a ruthless mafia lord bids for an innocent girl, can her innocense survive in the abyss of his darkness?

Used, insulted, tricked. I've been happily married to HIM for three years. Although his family has always been mistreating me and believes that I don't deserve him, I didn't care. The warmth of HIS LOVE and CARE is enough for me to stay — OR SO I THOUGHT. In our 3rd wedding anniversary, that hope is smashed as my heart have been teared into pieces. The gift that he gave me will forever be engraved in my memory— the sight of him on top of another woman in our own bedroom. And as if that wasn't enough, he even insulted and humiliated me in front of his mistress before throwing the divorce papers on my face. Turns out that he never loved me, not even once. I'm just a temporary replacement, and now that the woman he truly loves is back, he no longer need me thus he discarded me life piece of trash. Enraged and broken, I left with a heavy heart. I was cornered, with no other choice but to go back to the place where I truly belong. After so many years of hiding, running, and pretending, it turns out that I'll still come crawling back to the place that I once ran away from.

Before my wedding to Sophie Bennett, the impoverished student I've been sponsoring for ten years posts a photo on social media. "Successfully moved into the new apartment. Soph prepared such a big, soft bed for me!" In the photo, Zachary Wells lies sprawled on the wedding bed I bought for Sophie and my new home, taking a smug selfie with his hand waving at the camera. He's even wearing my wedding ring on his ring finger. Zachary also comments on his own post, "Just thinking about how I'm the first man to lie on this bed fills me with overwhelming happiness!" I reply with a question mark under his comment. The next second, Sophie's call comes through. "I'm just letting Zach experience the warmth of home. Why are you being so passive-aggressive?" In the background, I hear Zachary softly trying to calm her down. "Soph, he's not worth getting angry over." Hearing that, Sophie laughs and banters with him, then abruptly hangs up on me. The two of us have been together for ten years, from ages 18 to 28, and we've finally made it to our wedding day. But now, I no longer intend to go through with it.

My mom always said, "I've never played favorites. "You and your brother mean exactly the same to me." She said it so often I almost believed it. Growing up, anything my brother had, I had too. If he got a new pair of sneakers, so did I. If he signed up for coding classes, I was enrolled in the same ones. Even this year, when we came home for the holidays, my mom smiled as she handed each of us a neatly-packaged designer shopping bag. "I picked these out for you two at the store. One for each of you, exactly the same. "These outdoor brands are expensive, you know. A single jacket costs thousands. I'd never buy one for myself, but I don't mind splurging on you two." I took the jacket. It was well-cut, structured, and looked high-quality. A small warmth stirred in my chest. However, when I tried it on, the collar felt oddly irritating against my skin. Frowning, I pulled back the lining to check. There was a ring of yellowed sweat stains around the label, and tiny flakes of dandruff were caught in the Velcro. A faint musty smell lingered on the cloth, mixed with the stale odor of cheap tobacco. It was sour and impossible to ignore.