Books Like Smile Novels & Stories

He looks so immune to his skin touching mine while I am almost dying for it. He looks so fine with our skin touching when I’m almost going to breathe my last breath because of the electric sparks in it. Damn! He smiled at me and nodded. “This is a good book. Just so sad for my liking.” He pouted. Oh, dear Lord. What have I done these past few days to see a pouting Kieran Wu right now? I tried to smile normally but I know that my smile came out to be an awkward one. Geez! Everything is very awkward now.

I can't breathe. A hidden platform beneath the stage slowly lifts her up, like a corpse rising from the dead. And when she sees me, she smiles. Shit. That smile. It’s not just any smile; it’s the kind that takes your breath away, leaving you frozen in place. Her lips curve upward in a way that feels both intimate and electrifying, like a secret only we share. It’s a smile that reaches her eyes, making them sparkle with a mischievous glint, as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

I couldn't help but grow curious about what was so captivating in the book that made her blush and smile with each passing second. "Is the book that interesting?" I asked, so she'd know I was still presence in the library. Lisa only gave me a nod and flip to the next page, her eyes darting on the lines inside the book. I was relief that she was back to herself, and she was smiling again rather than clutching to her stomach in pain.

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟ Wow I have to pick my jaw up off the floor. Her smile is radiant. It lights up the whole fucking room. I never thought I'd see the day where the first thing I was drawn to was a smile. I've been called embarrassingly shallow because the kind of girls I'm into are the kinds found on I*******m. I could care less than they're fake, they look like a good fuck.

Old memories stirred gently wide quiet spaces, the scent of aged paper, the soft sound of pages turning, endless rows of books. I smiled without realizing it. “That’s a good idea.” Liam smiled back. “Sometimes you just need the right place to think.” I looked at him for a long moment. “You’re sure I’m not too slow?”

Jacob walked behind me, his own eyes cast down, thinking about what lay beneath the mystery of my smile. Smiling gently, lips in a sweet curve, I walked alongside Jacob. My smile was the slow and deliberate kind, a slow smile spreading across my face like a sunrise sweeps across the sky. But Jacob had no idea why I smiled; the satisfaction and control I felt surged through my veins. He looked at me, seeking my eyes for an answer, but I simply continued smiling back in amusement with a glint in my eyes, savoring the moment.

Helma checked on them once. Smiley was sitting on the couch, quietly flipping through a report. He was so well-behaved that Leon felt a twinge of guilt. The Internet said kids this age could be a handful. Smiley, however, was nothing like that! When Leon finished his work, he started a conversation. "What's that you're reading?" "The Little Prince. It's my mom's and my favorite book," Smiley said with a smile, sliding the book towards Leon. It was his way of sharing.

"That's the place you've been looking. But first you need to log in here and get an Id so we can let you borrow it if you want." The girl escort me till I get my Id. Woah! They even have a free picture. Once I'm done with everything that I needed. I excitedly go to the last and dark row of books. I smile as I smell the coffee and the wine. It's what the authors drink whenever they write this creation. "When I see your face There's not a thing that I would change 'Cause you're amazing Just the way you are And when you smile The whole world stops and stares for a while

Her face sat in a sad smile and I badly wanted to erase it. "I have the book." I watched her eyes widen. "Have had it since I was a kid. You can come over to my quarters anytime you are free and we could both read it. I mean I'd love to read that silly book again." Star mouth fell into an open mouthed smile, reminding me of a child. "Yes! Of course, yes. Thank you." Then it happened, like a termite would creep under a rock, I felt my heart lift as I watched her smile. Her smile was like none I've seen before. I didn't take much effort to return it with one just as bright.

--- After class, I went with Lily and the others. We sat in a small café. It was warm inside. The smell of coffee filled the air. People were laughing. Talking. Sharing stories. At first, I just listened. But slowly… I started to talk too. Small things. Simple things. And I found myself smiling. A real smile. For the first time in days. “You should smile more,” Lily said. “You look different.” “Different how?” I asked. “Lighter,” she said. I paused. Lighter.