All Might Smile Novels & Stories

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“I don’t care if you smile. Raven doesn’t either—pretty sure she’d like it, actually.” Raven nodded, amused. “And Damon…” Lucian shot him a smirk. “He doesn’t care about practically anything, so you’re safe to smile all you want.” “We’re in no position to judge anyone,” Damon muttered, settling on the floor as well. “We all have our stories—and I’m sure some of ours are worse than anything you’ve done. Yet you still see us smiling.” He rolled his eyes, like the next words tasted bitter. “As much as I hate to admit it, Lucian is right. You want to smile all day? Fine. Just don’t be annoying about it.”

The chess game was put aside because a grandfather had to ask an important question! "He doesn't smile," said Davi. "Right, he doesn't smile. Tsk, what a pity." After saying that, he took his phone and dialed Liam's number. When the other line connected, Liam did not have time to greet him as he directly said his piece, "You, why don't you smile more? Try to smile. Omegas like alphas who smile. Smile, okay? Good. Remember, smile!" Liam, "...."

No one is going to take him seriously with that smile plastered on his face constantly. “Great. Thanks.” That’s all I say for a while as I try to work through my next move. Allie enchanted this charm and said it was supposed to last for at least another year, well I’m calling bullshit on that! She’s going to get an earful for this when I see her again.

Rachel's eyes crinkled into crescents as she said, "Thank you, Julian. I didn't expect you to actually bid on the painting just because I casually mentioned that I liked it." Julian ruffled her hair. "As long as you like it," he said adoringly. Julian was handsome, and Rachel was beautiful. They were a match made in heaven. The people around them began to whisper among themselves as they shot envious glances at them. No one noticed me in the corner, wearing a pair of jeans that had faded from too many washes. When I couldn't get in touch with Julian, I comforted myself by telling myself that he was simply too busy to pick up my calls. I convinced myself that he was so swamped with work that

As he entered the house his mother and father were seated in the living hall with his Uncle and Aunt . They all were chit chatting with each other . Musa with Usman , Khalid, Amina and Haider entered and greeted all of them. They were having wide smiles on their faces which were noticed by the elders . Musa was trying to give a neutral face and to hide his emotions . On seeing the smile on the faces of kids, Sameera asked with curiosity ," What happened ? Why are you all smiling so much ?" Amina jumped on her seat and loudly said," We have good news for all of you . Now you Guess about it ."

He was wearing dark glasses that covered his red eyes. A fake smile crossed my face on impulse as I walked towards him. “Breakfast.” I announced. “Why don't you use your endearments, darling?” Even though he wasn't looking at me, I felt shivers run down my spine. That was how much power he had over me and everyone else living in the castle. “u-um..” “What?” A smirk appeared across his lips as he closed the book and lifted his head so he was looking at me. “You can't even use your words properly.”

“Don’t worry, Miya. I’ll try to cook for us every day.” As she scooped rice onto their plates, Miya eagerly joined her. “Yes, please. But you don’t have to do that every day… Gosh, I love it here. People are so friendly, always smiling! Why do they smile all the time?” Izzy chuckled. “It’s a Filipino thing. We smile at everything—even the dumb stuff.”

A smile fought with the bitterness and fear on her face. "I'd love to see the cards and flowers." I offered her a warm smile and turned over to the girls. They rolled down the window and offered me a shy smile. "What's your name?" "This is Becky, Noreen, and Allison." "Allison?" The name sounded heavy on my tongue. Even the smiles of the teenage girl weren't enough to block out the thoughts in my head. There were a lot of flowers arranged beautifully in bouquets and baskets and I couldn't take them all at once but I appreciated the gesture.

I don't have friends - I am not sure if that is something that I should be proud of. Well, it's not like I don't try to approach my classmates or try to interact. It’s just that I have a weird smile. No, it's not the type of smile that involves weird and rotten teeth - I have perfectly white and straight teeth. You see, my smile is fatal and dangerous. Just one look at these weapons and even the ferocious growl of a mountain lion would seem harmless. If this were a comic, I would call this attack: The Killer Smile.