Books Like Smile Novels & Stories

he says putting on his real smile that I have missed for a long time. **. Hello good people.. How is the story I far.Write your comments about the story in the review section. Read my other books. Thanks.

I said like it was the most obvious thing in the universe. He gave me a suspicious squint but extended his hand anyway. Victory. I laced my fingers through his and squeezed. His hand was warm and calloused and familiar. My entire chest felt like it was glowing. I pulled out my phone with my free hand. “Smile.” “No.” “C’mon.” “I literally never smile in pictures.” “That’s a lie. You smiled that one time I made pancakes shaped like dinosaurs.” “You burned them.” “Still counts.” He sighed—deep, long, annoyed—but a second later, his lips twitched again. Barely there. But real.

I smile. ***

Only unanswered questions lingered in Smiles head,leaving her hanging in space, in the world of questions. Trying to calm herself down, she saw them, Mark and Xena. Walking towards her, it's like a test on her self-control. Watching them with the malicious smile on Xena's face was no good sign but her being Smiles, the only last one of her kind, she could only brave up herself, putting in a straight and a happy face. Wasn't expecting to see you here, you know…it's a classic and rich party meant for rich people, you know" Xena gave a snort of disgust.

I asked. She nodded. I took it. Surprisingly, the paper was completely dry and neat. I unfolded it carefully. The handwriting wasn’t childish at all. "The gloomy weather needs your smile to make it beautiful again. You don't know this, but your smile is my favorite kind of sunshine. This rose is just a small reminder that someone out there finds you breathtaking. Smile for me?" My breath caught.

She bit her lips out of embarrassment. "Stupid," she whispered and went back to her room. She sat at her study table and got her pen. She flipped the pages and uncapped her pen. "In every type of smile, mocking smile, sad smile or even a confident smile, the smile you gave me is my favorite." She wrote it down on her notes. Then she flipped to another page. "You made me laugh, that made my day enough, You are the joy, that I truly enjoy, You made me special today,

he spoke, looking at her with an emotion she couldn’t decipher, “It took me a lot to walk up to you just now. Your other smiles seemed forced.” Her smile disappeared. “I didn’t notice.” “I didn’t say that for you to stop smiling. You’re beautiful; a little smile and you’re dazzling.” The blush appeared without her consent and the laugh came up her throat before she even registered it. “You see” he said, laughing along with her, “Beautiful.” “Thank you.” she smiled after she stopped laughing, looking down at her books shyly. “So you can concentrate on your books now.” “I don’t think so.” she spoke, looking back up at him as he pulled his books closer, “Your compliments won’t let me.”

For Stephanie, that smile was a silent message amid the ordinary rhythm of office life. After this encounter, Stephanie felt as if time had slowed. She returned to her work, her heart beating in quiet celebration. She thought back to the smile over and over. It was a signal that spoke to her in a language beyond words. Even if it lasted only a moment, it made her believe that somewhere beneath his professional exterior lay a softer side.

When he compared the two he froze and his eyes widened a little. “It matches!!!” he said in this quiet voice. “Really” “Yes. It’s the same pattern. Almost exact.” He sat up slowly and then did something that caught me off guard. He smiled. Not the usual small smile. This one was bright and warm and made him look younger. Almost like he dropped all the heavy things he carried every day. I just stared at him because I had never seen him smile like that. It made my chest feel full. “This might help us!” he said. “This book and my old library. We should go back. Maybe there is more there. Something that explains what this is.”

And smile. A slow knowing smile...