Dylan O Brien Smile Novels & Stories

“You really have lost your mind.” Dylan said, his voice low, eyes burning with both disbelief and loyalty “But I’m already crazy, so I’ve got you.” He said again but this time, with a smile in his eyes and on his lips, just like the lunatic I knew. I should not have smiled, but I did. It wasn’t a wide grin, wasn’t even a smirk, just the ghost of one, enough for him to know I’d heard him and had taken in his words.

When he spotted me, his face lit up with a genuine smile. Something in my chest loosened slightly. “Rhydian!” He crossed the distance between us quickly. We shook hands and he pulled me into a brief hug that I returned despite myself. Dylan was easy to be around. Uncomplicated. He didn’t make me feel like I was constantly on the edge of losing control. “You look tired,” Dylan observed, his bright blue eyes scanning my face with concern. “Rough night?” “You have no idea.” “Well, I might have something that’ll help.” His smile turned mischievous. “Want to spend the break together? Maybe get off campus for a bit? Clear your head?”

One time around a year or two ago, I had watched the news about the illegal selling of arms to both locals and ones in high society and I had looked up Dylan on the internet, they made him look so evil like a serial killer and an evil but good looking man. “What's my toy thinking?” I looked up, almost surprised. Almost. “Stop sneaking up on me and I told you I'm not your toy. I can be milkweed or whatever”, I said, rolling my eyes. Dylan smirked. “It's been long since I last punished you, Annie”. The way he said my name made my senses alert and the look on his face…a smile that could charm a stone hearted witch yet crush her. I was more scared of his smile than his deep voice and I knew ins

Dylan smirked. “Yes, it is time Helen got a taste of her own medicine” I replied with a smug expression on my face.

Bianca forced a smile and looked into his eyes. " Seems like you are slowly losing your brain Smith! are you suffering from Amnesia??" She asked, raising her brow. Dylan smiled and stiffened a little as he clenched his fist, but he smiled back forcefully and picked J's drink on the table. He sipped the red wine before dropping it back and sitting down.

Dylan took it to get off the ground, when he was finally on his feet, he got a response. "This is my home." Dylan blinked, his eyes stealing a look around again to not appear rude. "You say that but I don't see a house around. Is it down the hill?" "No, it's right here." Dylan fell quiet, and then he hissed. Distraction being his worst enemy 'cause he couldn't help but point out. "Now that I'm looking at it again, you do have an amazing smile, and since you do look like me you are basically me, so I basically have a beautiful smile."

Aiden chuckled, pointing a chopstick at him. "When did I smile?" Damien denied instantly, his face snapping back into a cold mask. Aiden paused, looking Damien straight in the eyes, and burst out laughing. "I can’t believe it! The great Damien Smith just lied! You totally smiled. It was a 100% genuine smile." "I did no such thing. I was merely… hmmm…" Damien trailed off, looking annoyed that he'd been caught. "Just keep eating; we don’t have all the time in the world," Aiden teased, feeling a strange victory.

His smile was so beautiful, shining like the sun. Yet when I saw Bernie this morning, I thought he didn't know how to smile, always just showing a cold face. I looked at him in bewilderment as he put his books on the table, hardly having the opportunity to shyly say: "Hi. My name is Dylan, Dylan Clark!" Let's help each other in the future! Before I could say this, Miss Miley tapped the table and gave me a warning look. “Dylan, can you stop talking, please?”

Before they knew it, a man was heading straight for them. Audrey recognized the smile on his face instantly—it was Dylan, with that same charming grin she had seen countless times in his advertisements. His smile was a perfect blend of warmth and confidence, the kind that made you feel like you were the most important person in the room. It was no wonder he was so popular; even his approach seemed to carry a magnetic pull, drawing everyone’s attention to him.

He was smiling like he won the whole universe. I tried to get up, But the doctor beside me stopped me from getting up. “Ashley, don’t get up..” Dylan said, his smile got wider and he even blushed on his cheeks. I was stunned, I fainted and even felt sick but Dylan was happy. “What happened? Why are you smiling like that?” I asked him. “Because Damien is very happy,” Dylan said, I tapered my eyes. “Why? What's the reason for him being happy?”