Exo Smile On My Face Novels & Stories

Our noses touch, our lips too. “I hate you Damon.” I repeat before to grab his lower lip and then kiss him tenderly. Damon Westwood I slowly open my eyes and as if she had sensed it, Sasha turns towards me, a big smile on her face. “Who needs botox when you can spend a night with Damon Westwood?” she writes to herself, spreading powder on her face. She is putting on makeup on the bed. She closes the mirror and I stand up. “It’s true,” she said, looking at me, look at my skin, I’m glowing. “The glow post-coitus really exists.”

I waited until she was all the way at the front, then started slowly walking in. When Isaac’s face came into view, I noticed his eyes were shiny, but he had the biggest smile on his face. Axel nearly made me trip and burst out laughing when he spoke in a mind link to me, “If that aint the goofiest grin I’ve ever seen, I don’t know what is.”

She jumps over fallen branches and climbs up steep hills, feeling alive and free. Jace seems to be having just as much fun as she is. He matches her energy and enthusiasm, and she can't help but notice how handsome he looks with his messy hair and the sweat on his brow. As they come to a clearing, they stumble upon a beautiful waterfall. The sound of the rushing water is peaceful and calming, and Emiliana feels her heart skip a beat as Jace turns to her. "Isn't this amazing?" he says, his eyes fixed on her. Emiliana nods, lost in the moment. She feels a sudden urge to kiss him, to feel his lips on hers, and before she can even think, she leans in and kisses him deeply.

Robles immediately smiled and waved to the employees here as if he were an actor. "How do you feel?" I simply whispered to him. "Of course, it happened only once!" Robles answered. Tsk. "...and last but definitely not the least, Welcome to the Paradise Family Miss Claire Sydney Agustin!" I stared at the woman I hadn’t seen in six years. Her impact on me is still very strong, my heartbeat—nothing has changed, she still is, and she is the only one who can make it beat with such force. I felt my chest tightness when I saw her expressionless face. I also can't read the emotion in her eyes.

But I transferred it to my laptop first. I watched it again. And again. And again. There was no adrenaline this time, no fight or flight. No alcohol. No chaos. It had been quiet. Calm. Real. And she kissed me. Bianca Marcello kissed me. And I somehow got even more obsessed, as if that was even possible.

Ann said, a warm smile taking over her face. “I remember,” I whispered. “What is it, Ann?” “Well it's goodnewssss.. guess” The smile on her face had expanded now, exposing her pretty set of white teeth. A little smile played on the corner of my lips. “Ann please spill it.. I'm dead curious” “Oh, come on, Sam! Just take a wild guess!” Ann teased her smile now so wide that it looked as if her cheeks were going to burst. “It’s good news, I promise!”

( Three smiley face emojis) This comment of hers garnered a lot of likes in less than a second. Many fans replied to her comment; however, she turned a blind eye to them and then logged out. Suddenly, her phone began to ring. It was her agent, Cedar Dass. Trixson's face lit up upon seeing his contact on her screen, unlike in the past. She couldn't wait to talk to him. "Well, Trixson, what did I do in my past life to deserve such a sweetheart like you?" Cedar greeted happily.

I need to go, baby; I will find you when I am done," Oscar said as he turned to Felix and kissed him, as if I wasn’t standing three feet away from them and left. I took in a deep breath to think about what I had just heard, but Felix got my attention as he cleared his throat. I turned to face him. He looked flustered and all red from the kiss he had earlier. ‘’You need some ice to cool down or what?’’ I teased, but this only made him redder. I chuckled at the sight. "Ok, tomato cheeks, be careful, or you might burst." "Stop it." He blushed in reply.

"Move." I drag the enormous bag behind me, my shoulder screaming in protest. Each step feels like my arm might detach, but I don't stop because stopping means thinking, and thinking means – "Is she crying?" Diane sounds delighted, pulling her own small bag off the belt. "Oh my God, she's actually crying." I touch my face. Wet. "Pathetic," Patricia mutters. "Diane, get the car. I'll deal with this." Diane walks away, heels clicking. I stand there struggling with the heaviest bag, tears running down my face in the middle of LAX baggage claim, and Patricia looks at me like I'm something stuck to her shoe.

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