Characters From The Book Smile Novels & Stories

“…Good afternoon." Ahhh, what a bitch! Unable to endure her sarcasm, the greeting drilled into me popped out of my mouth, and when it did, the ice-cold queen smiled. I think this was the first time she’d ever smiled at me. It taught me some useless facts—like when she smiles, she gets dimples and her canines poke out a little bit. “Good afternoon. I thought you wouldn’t come again." Charlotte says. Frankly, I think that smile is foul play.

"I already told you about this and I’ll say it again. Don't smile...Just, don't." "Why?" "It doesn't suit you, your character. I mean, to put it bluntly, you look like a shark when you smile." I flashed him a small smile. My cute, adorable smile. It's really true! There's really nothing wrong with his smile, it's just that he doesn't know how to control his facial muscles. When smiling, he really looked like a shark with those strong sets of pearly white teeth as his whole gums also showed. And adding with his blank eyes, the smile he makes looks like a constipated shark, no, more like an evil scheming shark.

--- 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.

When we reached the cliff, he looked at me. "You are actually smart. But you love danger too much." I smiled lightly. "Should I take that as a compliment?" He blew smoke into my face. "And you are strange too." "Why do you think I am strange?" His face stayed cold, giving nothing away. "A moment ago you were hysterical. Not even ten minutes later you started smiling." I raised an eyebrow. "You do not know what I live through. The people who suffer the most are the ones who smile the most."

~Elena~ He didn’t move when I shoved him. Not even a little. He just stood there and I swear on every version of reality, the worst part wasn’t that he didn’t flinch—it was that he smiled. A kind of, male smile that starts at the mouth but spreads to the eyes, the kind of smile that says you’re already mine, little girl, whether you realize it or not. “Feisty,” he murmured, like he was tasting the word. “I like that.”

"Mia." Mia cleared her throat. "You don't have to feel shy about this Charlotte. I mean he's a great guy. Looks great,talks great, cares about kids too. He's a complete package. And have you seen his smile?" "Yeah. It's the smile of a player." Charlotte grumbled. There was a moment of silence before Mia went into another fit of laughter. "What?" Charlotte asked, laughing along with her. "That's your problem? That he smiles like a player?" Mia said in between laughs. Charlotte blushed.

It was the face of the man who had betrayed his trust. Liam Smith. His one-time partner and best friend opened the door wide and strode in with a big smile plastered on his face. He had a big nose and a rabbit’s ears, plus dark blonde hair that had the unfortunate tendency to stick up, which at first glance made him look like a clown. But his intense black eyes belied the comparison. Even when he laughed, which was often, he looked like he was thinking. “Fabian!” Fabian made no move to get up, “Get out.”

My stepmother had smiled before she hit me, a wide bright smile that never reached her eyes, and my father had smiled before he locked me in the cellar, with a thin tight smile that said he was doing something he knew was wrong but did not care enough to stop. The guards had smiled before they put me in chains. They were cold empty smiles that said I was nothing to them, just a job, and a body to be moved from one place to another. A smile was a weapon in this world, and the nobles of the Ice Castle had the sharpest smiles I had ever seen, smiles that cut like knives and left wounds that did not bleed but still hurt just as much. They watched me from doorways and from corners and from the ed

Chapter 25: When Lara Smiles POV: Aleira There’s a kind of magic in a child’s smile. Not the kind made of fairy dust or glitter, but the kind that heals you—slowly, quietly, without asking permission. That morning, it was Lara’s smile that reminded me I hadn’t just survived the storm—I’d found sunshine after it. We were back from Brent’s beach estate and sitting around the dining table in his penthouse. Lara had just burst into a fit of laughter after Brent made her pancakes shaped like animals—one of them was supposed to be a bear, but it looked more like a misshapen blob with ears.

The mischievous grin plastered on his face was really alarming for some reason. Why am I getting a bad feeling about this? *~*~*~*~*~*~* Hola Beautiful Readers! Have a fun read and if you liked the story then please support the author on I* @alice_blonday ;) Meanwhile, SMILE because you look beautiful smiling. Adios!