Books Like Smile Novels & Stories

“Kael! Wait!” My jaw was tight as I turned slowly. She had that sugary smile that always seemed more like a mask than anything real. “You’re not mad at me, are you?” she asked. “Mad?” I repeated flatly. She giggled, tilting her head. “Come on. Don’t look at me like that. It was just a joke. Everyone laughed, right? That’s what makes book clubs fun sometimes.” “Fun?” I said, my voice dropping lower. I took a step toward her, and for the first time, the smile wavered on her face. “You call that fun?”

"She's stubborn to a fault, isn't she? Well, I'm curious to see just how much she values her stubbornness." I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palms. The cafe manager hurried over to us when he heard the commotion. He immediately nodded and greeted Julian when he spotted him. "What are you doing here, Mr. Luther? Please have a seat!" Julian didn't even spare him a single glance. Instead, his eyes were trained on a small, porcelain cat figure that was placed on the shelf behind me. I had personally made the cat figure during my spare time. It looked identical to the one that I had given Jillian Luther, Julian's younger sister, years ago.

Jones muffled, chuckling intermittently. He let out a smile again flashing his tobacco stained teeth(I really messed up in his storyline). I let a small chuckle as his smile reminded me of an emoji, the emoji's smile had all 36s showing in a funny manner. P.S: let's be reminded that the colour of his teeth and that of the cute smiley emoji can in no way,come into mind at this comparison, that subject is significantly abrogated from this context as we limelight the focus; the similarity between both smiles.

he said, standing and walking toward me. He reached for a book above my head, his eyes locked on mine. The way he looked at me could melt me on the spot. Was he always this handsome? Why did his eyes seem so familiar? Calm, yet deep—like the ocean. He smiled and tapped the book lightly against my forehead before waving it playfully as he backed away, still smiling. I looked at the book he was holding—Time and Time Again by Tamara Ireland Stone. My comfort book. I don’t relate to Ana, but I do to Ben. We both don’t stay.

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

After the party last night, saying goodbye to Ella, I asked her out for lunch this time, it was my turn to ask her out, she said yes. We went to our home with a big wide smile plastered on my face, this was the best birthday ever, how did she even managed to find a little that likes reading and books. She even work in the book shop, see my love for stories did pay out, we found her, we still didn’t know how to ask her about being a little, or being our little to be exact. But we did agree on taking things slow with her, on letting her get used to us on her own terms and conditions.

“But tell me, why are you smiling?” Suddenly, he grabbed my book from my hands, and I looked at him, annoyed. “What is this? An old history book?” he asked. “So? Some of us actually enjoy learning.” “Are you calling me dumb?” he inquired with a smile. “No, you did.” We both laughed as I snatched the book back from him. “Why is an old history book making you smile, though?” he asked. “Maybe I’m just enjoying the weather.” “You’re not even sitting in the sun,” he pointed out.

“You’re messing with me, aren’t you? I can never tell when you do that? Why don’t you smile or something?” Why don’t you smile. You wouldn’t believe the amount of times I’d heart this question. I gave him the answer I always did. “I don’t smile.” Simple and short. “But you do.” I looked at him. “Excuse me?” “You do smile. When you’re stepping on the skulls of your enemies. It’s a scary sort of smile.” I shrugged. “Guess that’s the only thing that brings me joy.”

“How long are we talking? A dozen books? A hundred?” I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. “Let’s just say it’s enough to last me a few weekends, maybe more.” Liam’s lips curled into a teasing smile. “You’re still a bookworm even after all these years,” he said, shaking his head slightly, as though it was some sort of amusing discovery. “Just because I love to read doesn’t make me a bookworm,” I protested not being able to help my own smile because it was hard not to smile when Liam was smiling. He had this contagious smile, the kind that could probably make even the Grinch crack a grin.

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