Billie Eilish Smiling Novels & Stories

Malisha on the other hand relaxes. Just a little. Enough to ensure that she can breathe and forget at the moment that something dangerous and powerful is out there for her. "You are smiling," Iris suddenly says. Malisha blinks in confusion. "What?" "You are smiling," she repeats. Malisha frowns slightly. "No, I am not." "You are," Mirabel adds. "It has definitely been rare so I believe this caalls for a celebration." Malisha rolls her eyes. "You all are annoying." Kimora grins. "But you love us."

Maybe they didn't know what to say because if they offended me, it would be bad for them. I rolled my eyes, connecting my phone to the sound doc and letting Therefore I am by Billie Eilish fill the room, "Is there a movie playing on my forehead or something?" I quizzed, blocking my forehead with my hand, "I know it's a little big but let's not stare."

She quickly recovered her senses and looked at Bill who got her headphone. She looked at him with a questioning look and controlled annoyance as she could see Lala was still with them. Lala was a charming woman and she was smiling at Arabella. Bill looked at Arabella also with a smile. “Why are you smiling?” Arabella asked puzzled and annoyed. Lala and Bill’s smiles annoyed her a lot. “Hmmm… nothing,” Bill answered. “I just thought you might want to ask something… or want to clarify something,” His voice was a tease as he lifted his shoulders.

Eli had braces and don’t ask me why that made me sad but, he was smiling and it looked real. Standing behind them were Gareth and Alex. Their fathers. Eli actually looked happy in that photo. Those ridiculous silver braces on his teeth weren’t doing him any favors, but at least he smiled. And Knox, he looked unrecognizable. Not just because of the absence of muscles or the clean hair but, because he was ‘smiling’ too. At Eli. A real, genuine smile.

Hailey’s eyebrow lifted, her tone probing. Lily blinked, her hand rising instinctively to her chest. “Me?” Her voice was soft, almost hesitant. “Yes, you,” Hailey pressed, leaning forward, her eyes narrowing with playful suspicion. “I’ve noticed that smile you’ve been wearing.” Lily’s lips curved wider, her fingers still circling the rim of her smoothie glass. “I’m happy,” she said simply, her voice calm, steady. Hailey shifted in her chair, restless curiosity sparking in her eyes. “And?”

It feels… alive. She hadn’t noticed Elias watching her until his voice cut gently through the noise. “You’re smiling,” he murmured, leaning against the opposite armrest, eyes tracing her expression. Her lips twitched, almost defensively. “Am I?” “Yes,” Elias said, his tone low but softened with rare warmth. He tilted his head, studying her faint smile as though it was a precious secret. “You don’t usually.” A pink flicker touched her cheeks. “Don’t get used to it.”

She looked up to the voice of her sister and both her mom and sister were standing side by side. "I was not smiling," she replied, trying to wipe the smile off her face but she knew it was not working because her cheeks hurt. Since she poured out her mind at Ezra's place, she had been smiling a lot, and her heart felt light as a feather. "Yeah, tell that to your curved lips and rosy cheekbones," Isla replied, taking gentle steps towards her with a smile on her face. It was not the kind of smile that showed one was happy; rather, it was a sarcastic, mocking smile. "I have not seen you smile this much since you got asked out by Ezra in eleventh grade," she said and Elara threw her a frown that

“Yeah, let’s prove it! I’m not scared of you!” “That’s music to my ears.” Elijah smiled as he uttered those four words in his deep voice. Sally pursed her lips, thinking about why that sounded slightly wrong.

All my assistants knew not to call me after seven unless it was serious. I picked up. “Yes, Mark?” “Sir,” he said. “I think you should see this. I’ve sent an image to your phone.” I opened the chat. Downloaded the file. It was a promo ad from Blue Escape Aquarium. Elisha. With Robert. She was holding Bubblegum in her arms, her face turned toward him, eyes soft, lips parted in a small smile. He was touching the dog’s paw. Their heads were close. The lighting, the angle—everything about the photo screamed intimacy.

“It’s nice.” Nice. I beamed at him anyway—because that was what I was supposed to do, right? Smile through every mess life hurled my way, no matter what. But I’m so fucking tired of smiling. More tears slipped down my cheeks and this time I didn’t even bother wiping them. “I’m glad you like it,” I said, my voice cracking on the last word, but I kept the smile glued on. Elias swallowed the rest of the cookie, brushed crumbs off his bare chest, and walked right past me without another word.