Yang Yang Smile Novels & Stories

"Qubool hai(I accept)," I said with great difficulty and a lone tear escaped from my eyes. I looked at my husband and found him smiling at me. His smile was so mysterious and unusual which created a shiver in my whole system. At the time of Rukhsati(sending off the bride), my mother requested to my husband," Please, take care of her." " Don't worry. I will love her and take care of her so much that she will forget her own family," He replied chuckling but I felt something fishy in his voice. Will he really love me and take care of me the way he is promising to my mother? Erina was just a 22-year-old girl when she was forcefully married to a stranger. She is doubtful about this stranger's intention behind marrying her. Will she ever come to know about her stranger husband's intention?

Exotic Hotwife collection Some wives are meant to be shared, especially those married to tiny-dicked men, for there fame and wealth. They smile sweetly at dinner parties, hold their husband’s arm in public, and play the role of the perfect, loyal spouse. But deep down, they burn and crave for thick, dominant cocks, they fantasize about being used like filthy whores in front of strangers moaning, squirting, and begging while their husbands watch in humiliated silence. This is Erotic Hotwife Erotica a raw, explicit collection of stories about once-respectable wives who surrender completely to their slutty urges. In these pages, elegant, sophisticated women transform into public cumsluts. They get fucked in offices, lecture halls, luxury hotels, beaches, and high-society events. They spread their legs and take load after load while their husbands are forced to watch, stroke their pathetic cocks, and clean up the mess. The wives don’t just cheat. They perform. They beg. They squirt. They get ruined for everyone to see.

I'm ten years older than Vincenzo Corleone. He had just turned 23 years old when he took over the Corleone family as the patriarch. A hint of teenage childishness could still be seen etched onto his youthful features. I was the one who held his hand and helped him calm the turbulence of his family affairs. I blocked three assassination attempts that were made on him. I used five years of my life to help him grow from a useless scion into the fearsome don who wielded the utmost authority in Nowork's underworld. Once, Vincenzo had embraced me in the church. He rested his forehead against my palm as he swore, "Age, identity, or the world's viewpoint of us will never stop us from being together, Freya. I will protect you with my life." But after that, he told his older brother, Marco Corleone, "Freya is too old. She's already 38 years old; I can practically smell the rot of age rolling off her. Even the crinkles in her smile disgust me to no end." Some time later, Vincenzo found himself a mistress who bore some resemblance to me. She was young and vibrant—like a white rose who had never experienced the ugly side of society. While Vincenzo gave me the title of the Donna of the Corleone family, he reserved his gentle, doting, and even passionate side for the mistress named Lina Marino. Vincenzo thinks he can pull everything off flawlessly. What he forgets is that the reason why I can establish my reputation in the underworld isn't because of his protection. I've been relying on my ruthlessness and my sharp sixth sense this whole time. When I slam the signed divorce agreement onto the spot before Vincenzo, I say with a smile, "You've fought by my side for so many years, so you should know very well that I can afford to go for high-stakes risks and withdraw my chips whenever needed. "But once I lose, someone here has to pay the price!"

As soon as I get off the surgical table after my miscarriage, my husband, Presley Quinn, sends me a text message. "You were ten cents short when you paid your share of the power bill this month. Transfer the money to me immediately." I can only sit on the cold bench in the hospital on my own. The anesthesia has yet to wear out, but my belly is already hurting so much that I can practically feel it constricting on itself. The next thing I know, a new post appears on my social media homepage. It's a post made by Vivienne Ashford, the intern Presley is in charge of tutoring. In the photo, Vivienne can be seen holding a bouquet of flowers folded from money bills. A bright and radiant smile blooms on her face. The four-leaf clover necklace adorning her neck is the same necklace I've seen in Presley's purchase history two days ago. The caption of the photo writes, "I don't want a lot of money. I want a ton of love instead." Only then do I remember that today is Valentine's Day as well as my fifth-year anniversary with Presley. Over the past five years, Presley and I have been splitting every single bill, down to two decimal places. If I take a shower for more than 20 minutes, Presley demands that I pay extra for the water heater's power bill. When I cook myself some supper in the middle of the night, Presley wants me to split the gas bill generated by the stove. Even when my mom is hospitalized due to kidney failure and is waiting for her surgical bills to be settled, Presley refuses to lend me a single cent. Instead, he sends me a few links leading to web loans. As I stare at the social media feed, I chuckle all of a sudden. It turns out that Presley does know how to spend money. It's just that he doesn't have the heart to spend it on me. I smile once again as I leave a like on the post. Then, I transfer the ten cents to Presley. From now on, I don't owe him any single penny.

It's my first time celebrating the holidays with my biological parents after I get reunited with them. The fake heiress, Stella Knight, suggests that we spend the holidays on an overseas vacation. But as soon as we arrive in the foreign country, Stella burns my passport while my parents are away getting a massage. Before I can even fight back, I find myself getting pushed into a scamming den. With a twisted smile on Stella's face, she spits out, "Trash like you don't even deserve to fight with me!" As I gaze at the people who are approaching me, I suddenly find them familiar-looking. I found the emblem of my adoptive parents' company. I've spent the last 20 years being pampered by my adoptive parents before I finally made up my mind to reunite with my biological parents in order to fulfill my wish. I never expect to be sent right back into my adoptive parents' territory.

Layla is on a college trip to Rome when she bumps into a dominating force. His name is Atreus and Layla is immediately drawn to his dangerous smile and intoxicating gaze. Little does Layla know that Atreus carries a dark secret. He is drawn to her for one reason: her blood and hers alone. His only goal is to free himself from his curse and Layla needs to be his willing sacrifice. Through this story of thirst and desire, Layla is pushed to her limit and challenged on how far she would go to satiate the man that she is falling for.Is she willing to die to break the blood curse?***He brought that beautiful mouth to her lips, but only teased her with a whisper of a kiss. He then ducked his head to the juncture of her neck. She gasped as the sharpness of his teeth grazed her throat. "I finally found you," he whispered in a hungry growl, before capturing her neck in his mouth.The Blood Curse is created by Tiffany Nyx, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

He was the ruthless billionaire who promised me forever, then chose his empire on the night I was going to tell him I was carrying his child. So I disappeared. Five years later, Regina Price is no longer the woman who waited in the shadows. I’m a successful chef with a growing empire, a four-year-old daughter who knows nothing of her father, and a carefully guarded heart. Until Adrian Moretti storms back into my life. And when fate brings us face-to-face again, he notices the little girl with my smile and his eyes. Now, he wants answers. He wants redemption. And he wants his family back. But another man has decided that I belong to him too. And this time, the fight for me unveils secrets and scandals that could destroy us all. In a world of power, obsession, and betrayal, one truth becomes clear; some loves are worth risking everything for, and some people will kill to make sure you never get a second chance.

“Kill me or let me go.” “Why?” He whispers and nuzzles into my neck, “So you could run into another man’s arms?” “No.” I tighten my fists, ignoring the dagger inches away from my heart. “So I would drag you into the deepest pit of hell.” “You're forgetting something, peaches,” A wicked smile tugged on Hayes’ lips, “ I am hell itself.” ——— Elara was nothing more than the illegitimate daughter drowning in the hatred of her pack. But when she meets Hayes, her horrible life takes a drastic turn. She gets dragged to into the world of the vicious Alpha where she finds out life could only get worse. Hayes believes a mate is nothing more than curse and makes it his mission to turn Elara’s life a living hell but with the great war approaching, sparks start to fly. Will Hayes and Elara realize their feelings for each other on time or succumb to the forces of evil threatening to tear them— and the whole world apart?

She signed the contract because she had no other choice. One year as the wife of a ruthless billionaire. Smile in public. Stay quiet in private. Never expect love. To everyone else, their marriage looked perfect. The money. The mansion. The headlines. The golden couple everyone envied. But behind closed doors, she was just a name on paper. He didn’t kiss her unless someone was watching. Didn’t hold her unless cameras were near. And every time she started to forget it was fake, he reminded her exactly where she stood. Then one night changes everything. A secret is exposed. A betrayal cuts too deep. And the quiet wife he thought would always stay finally walks away. Only then does he realise the woman he never wanted has become the one woman he can’t lose. But she is done being his convenient wife. This time, if the billionaire wants her back, money won’t be enough.

Just a hug. You're running away. Gets stuck in some trouble. A guy saves your life. Who also happens to be a really famous singer. Now, What if you hug him instead of taking an autograph? What if you both feel the spark? What if you get scared? But...what if he doesn't let go? ------ "You're stuck with me, angel." Asher whistled from behind me. "You'll wish you could take back those words." I said noticing a sort of sinking feeling in my stomach as I turned and looked at him. "What if I don't?" He asked leaning quite close to me. "You will. Everybody does." I said stepping away and continuing to walk. "Even if I'll want to, just hug me and I'll stay." He said making me stop and look back at him. He winked with that breathtaking smile. "Okay, Asherboy." I said back as a smile formed on my lips too.