Elena Gilbert Smile Novels & Stories

Elena laughing on a beach. Elena holding my hand as we walked through ancient ruins. Elena looking at me with so much hope in her eyes. When did that stop, when did she stop looking at me like that, when did I stop noticing she'd stopped. I scroll through more photos, Julian's birth, Elena exhausted but glowing holding our son, family photos from holidays where Elena's smile gets progressively more forced, more fake, more like a mask she wears. The last real smile I can find is from three years ago, at a charity gala…

His jaw worked like he was doing something with his back teeth. "I have something in my eye," he said. Nobody in the room believed this. Nobody said so. Isla made a sound like a small explosion and was on her feet immediately. "She smiled! That's her first smile! Did everyone see that? That was her FIRST smile!" Nina, who was sitting by the window with her wine, went completely still. She looked at Elena. At the smile that was still there, pleased with herself. Nina opened her mouth. I closed it. Her expression cycled through several things in quick succession.

Elena gave her sister a reassuring smile. "You're doing the right thing by giving him some space." Elena reclines with a mischievous gleam in her eye, her lips curving into a teasing smile. "Hmm, you smell like you've had quite the escapade with the Alpha. Don't tell me you managed to sneak in some steamy sessions amidst all that drama," she teases, her voice dripping with kittenish curiosity.

like I was supposed to respond instinctively. Adrian’s arm slid more firmly around my waist, possessive now, practiced. It looked natural…..Too natural or maybe because it was because he was such a good liar. I leaned in because that was the script. God, he smelled good. That pissed me off more than it should have. “Look here!” “Adrian, one smile!” “Elena, how are you holding up?” I lifted my chin, tilted my head just enough. Soft smile……Not too happy…..Not too tragic. The perfect middle ground between grief and resilience.

She tried to anchor herself in spreadsheets, campaign pitches, and the soft hum of voices outside her glass office walls, but every few minutes her mind replayed the scene of Lucian sitting opposite her pouring her tea as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It had felt too domestic, too easy, and that unnerved her. When Elena breezed back in with her tablet, Isla was still staring at her screen without really reading. “You’ve been smiling,” Elena accused lightly, her dark brows arched. “Don’t think I didn’t notice.” Isla blinked, feigning innocence. “I was not.” “You were. And it wasn’t a CEO-signing-a-lucrative-deal kind of smile.” Elena leaned against the edge of Isla’s desk, c

The man smiled lopsidedly, pulling the staggering Elena out of the crowd. ***

A person like Gatlin smiling from eyes and mouth is like a beautiful painting in front that can changes anyone’s mood. Gatlin’s bodyguards and assistance can also feel his changes, especially Ella. Gatlin woke up before time as asked his servants to serve breakfast and asked Ella to have it before going back to laboratory. Ella with red face sits with Gatlin to have breakfast, this is the first time she is eating with Gatlin all the time during breakfast Ella eat less and eyeing Gatlin more. Ella is one of the people whose days and mood changes because of Gatlin’s beautiful smile.

While saying, she patted Elizabeth on the shoulder, "So, you can't be so depressed anymore. You have to be cheerful as before. Even if you can't do it for the time-being, it doesn't matter. Let's have a try slowly. Otherwise, if Adele really comes back one day but you make all the people around unhappy because you're sad, you will lose more than gain. Am I right?" Elizabeth said, "Evelyn, thanks for comforting me. For the time being, I..." Looking at Elizabeth's forced smile, Evelyn sighed in her heart, but she said with a smile, "I didn't comfort you. I said that there are no absolute rules in this world. Come on. Smile at me!" "I can't smile." "Then how about me smiling at you?" As Evelyn

But the heat in his chest refused to fade, and Elena knew it. She crossed her legs, letting the slit in her dress fall open just enough to reveal smooth skin beneath the shimmer of fabric. “Relax, darling,” she teased, her tone honey sweet. “I promise to smile for the cameras. Isn’t that all you need from me?” Roman’s eyes betrayed him for a split second, dipping to her leg before snapping back to her face. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke. “Smile all you want. Just remember, once the doors close, the audience disappears. And then it’s just you and me.”