روايات وقصص ضمن Books Similar To Smile

I growled. Apple tilted her head like a confused person and the sight was cute. Then she smiled. Her smile was so dazzling that the anger I was feeling was replaced with a light, fuzzy feeling. I placed my hand on my chest and sighed. I remembered in the book that Apple's smile and eyes had a sweet touch as the fairies called it. She could make anyone less angry or moody with those weapons.

I took my hand out and licked my finger clean, I offered Robert my hand and he took a taste too, before smiling a dark smile. "Taste just like heaven".

Nothing I could point to and name. Which somehow made it worse. Because inappropriate I could deal with. Inappropriate gave me something to act on, something to confront, some legitimate reason for the fire crawling up my spine right now. This was just two people talking. And she was smiling. Not the careful smile she’d been giving me lately, the one that didn’t reach her eyes and existed primarily to keep the peace. This was something more natural, a smile that arrived because something amused her and her face simply responded. Fox was practically climbing the walls of my chest.

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?”

"I mean, what have you been doing?" "Oh, right," my lips curled into a smile, "I've been, you know, training, working out, and all." She raised her eyebrows. "Not studying for the exams?" "I've been reading..." "Reading what?" "Books..." "You're terrible at lying," she says, her soft lips stretching into a smile. Casting a sideways look at her, I couldn't help but take in how beautiful she looked when she smiles. She had the type of smile that kind of extends to her eyes and then deep into her soul. Her smile was always genuine.

“Are you changing the subject again already, Annie?” My heart rate kicks up another beat. He says that like he knows me. He doesn’t. But the way he says my name like he’s accustomed to it—I don’t hate it. I hold the book a little higher. His lips curl higher. “It’s about what packs should do instead of claiming to own land.” “Are all the books about the same thing?” “Pretty much.” I return it to the stack. “You’re not interested?” He’s still smiling. It’s not a grin or anything, more like a soft curve, but he’s clearly enjoying this—talking to me.

I said, trying to sound like a casual scholar. Her eyes went wide, not with suspicion, but with delight. A brilliant smile bloomed across her face. “Oh, a fellow romantic! You must be a fan of I Ran Away with an Elf!” She ducked below her stall and emerged with a book, its cover depicting a muscular, pointy-eared man swooping a maiden onto a white steed. She placed it before us with a flourish. Beside me, I saw the corner of Cassius’s mouth twitch as he fought, and failed, to suppress a grin.

"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.

Amber What kind of smile would I wear for my mugshot? I’d been asking myself that for the past thirty seconds ever since Evalie opened her little mouth and let a nuclear bomb drop on my sanity. Would it be a crazed, Joker-like grin? Teeth bared, eyes wide, insanity seeping through the cracks? Or maybe a dead-eyed smirk, cold and distant, the kind of smile you wear when your soul's been flattened by bullshit so often, it’s just muscle memory now.

For the first time in years, she fell asleep without nightmares. And for the first time in forever, she woke up with a smile. The bookstore had always been a sanctuary for Amara, a quiet retreat where she could momentarily forget the world outside. The scent of books, the rustling of pages, and the occasional customer asking for recommendations made her feel more at ease than she ever had in the university halls. But she never expected to find friendship within its walls.