Cloud Strife Smile Novels & Stories

It's sucks, but nonetheless, I am truly grateful. Hugo smile and raise his hand in front of me, indication for me to wait for his reply. I can clearly hear the popping sounds of the lollipop he has in his mouth and decided to chew when we got here in LA NATURE. “It’s no biggie, El,” flashing his known cheeky smile that formed crease beside his eyes. I was taken aback by the name he’s came up and call me with that but I quickly pulled myself up and manage to take my chill back in my senses.

And now, on a driveway she had no business standing on, she was asking me what more I wanted, like sorry was a transaction that cleared the account and we could begin again from zero. "The only thing I want from you," I said, "is to leave me alone." The silence that followed lasted about four seconds. Then Clara smiled. It arrived slowly, starting at one corner of her mouth and moving inward, and it was not a warm smile or a sad one. It was the smile of someone who has just decided they understand something, who has taken the information in front of them and arranged it into a shape that makes sense to them, regardless of whether the shape is accurate.

Jason spoke as she crossed her arms. "Fine. What is that?" She asked? "Smile" he smiled sheepishly and this time, Clara couldn't hide her smile as it glowed under the morning sunlight. She hides her face with her fingers but her smile was so natural that no one can take their eyes off her. But what she didn't notice was those chocolate brown eyes staring at her with the same intensity. What is there to laugh at? Alex didn't like the way Clara is smiling with Jason. Seeing her smile after a long time made his heart pound but knowing that it's not because of him made him mad.

Camellia's laughter stopped immediately, she was silent as she stared back at Crish, "Am I not worthy to laugh like that?" "No, actually I'm very happy to see you laughing, that means the burden on your shoulders feels lighter, I want to always see laughter and a sweet smile on your face until later," Crish replied with a smile. "But sorry, my smile doesn't seem that cheap to be enjoyed by you all the time," Camellia joked. Crish chuckled, "No problem, I'll pay the price for that beautiful smile and laugh," Crish replied. They both laughed together.

From the records of the ship's logs: «From a distant, mariners always saw the shrouded in fog Black Cliff, as an ominous place, hovering above the earth in gloomy clouds. The captains kept their ships away from this damned cliff, fearing to run into prickly reefs and die before they wake from the terrifying collision. There were rumours that the Black Cliff has always been the refuge of the sea sorceress, however, no one has seen her for many years, and talks about her still continue to roam the lands of Sorfmarán. Local old-timers still remembered the sorceress's order: "When taking gifts from the sea, express gratitude and do not offend the dark waters with the guts of the dead."

Richard asked. "Technically, you just did,"Janet laughed. "You must be very bat at grammar, there is a difference between cute, pretty and beautiful,"Richard replied. "Oh really Mr. Grammar? Tell me their differences,"Janet requested. Before Richard could reply, he noticed the lightings in the cloudy sky. "Oh my God, we are in trouble,"Richard said. "What is it?"Janet asked worriedly. "I think is going to rain,"Richard responded. "Oh my goodness, you scared the hell out of me Richard, I thought it was something serious,"Janet answered.

“Babe, tears are literally running down your face.” Traitorous tears. I wipe at them aggressively. “Allergies.” Rowan snorts. “Those must be some serious allergies.” But his smile is gone. Completely. His blue eyes darken. “Who did this?” All of his teasing and flirting is gone now. The only thing that remains is the scowl on his face. And somehow, that scares me a lot more than Fenrir lurking in the corner. Because no one has ever been angry on my behalf. Like, ever. Before I can answer, Luca takes a step closer. Not to invade my space, because he has slowly learned I don’t appreciate that.

There wasn't a card, just a tag, and I sat to open the gift. Inside a small cube box was a snowglobe, but instead of white flakes there was sand. A few tiny seashells settled to the bottom, and when the water cleared, two figurines emerged. A girl with long dark hair standing next to a guy with short reddish hair. A wooden slat sign on a post in a dune was beside them that read Seasmoke. The gift had to have been custom made and it ripped the breath from my lungs.

My tone is slightly hoarse and weak when they come out of my lips. Clive stares at me for a good few seconds before he shakes his head. His sincere eyes didn’t leave my face for even a moment. “I’m also surprised,” he began, supporting me as he wrapped his arms around me a little tighter, perhaps also aware that any minute now, I would be unconscious. Then he smiles, not the playful smirk he always wore but a relaxed smile or more of a smile with relief. He touches my cheeks and strokes them gently. “Am I selfish for being happy that you remember something even if that made you confused?” he inquired, the deep voice becoming even lower.

his voice tapered off, coming out low towards the end. A thick air of loneliness surrounded Kudaisi as he fell silent; unraveling the mask of confidence and self-assuredness he usually had on all the time. For the barest moment I felt what he was feeling and it nearly overwhelmed me. It was like being alone in the middle of a raging storm, lost and alone, but struggling forward due to sheer force of will. I thought I saw the warm smiling image an aged old woman in my mind’s eye, but I couldn’t be too sure as the feeling stopped at that moment.