Falling Into Your Smile Drama Novels & Stories

greatly and drives all of her sadness away. “It’s so beautiful, uncle! No, no, fairy, I’ll call you a fairy; you’ve solved my problem just like a fairy! Thank you so much.” She smiles cutely. Unfortunately, seeing her smile, his smile fades away. When she notices him not smiling anymore, her smile also fades away. “You don’t like this name? Okay, okay, I will never call you by this name.” “No, I loved it! Call me whatever you want, but can you smile for me again, please?” A beautiful smile forms on her face again. “Can I hug you for once?” “Yeah, sure, we are friends.” She hugs him instantly. Out of affection, he pats her back. “Why does her smile remind me of you?” he mumbles. “Are you ups

Damien played the part of the loving fiancé perfectly, but in the back of his mind, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was losing a part of himself in the process. The Smith mansion was alive with a rare warmth as Gina and Damien returned, hand in hand. The subtle glow of the chandelier illuminated the grand dining room where Mr. Smith and Rachel sat, their quiet dinner interrupted by Gina’s enthusiastic entry. “Look, everyone!” Gina exclaimed, holding out her hand as the diamond on her ring finger sparkled under the lights. Rachel’s eyes widened in delight. She leapt to her feet, her excitement echoing through the room. “Oh my goodness, Damien! Gina! Finally!” she squealed, rushing to hu

Nova [2:15pm]: that is absolutely not a fine person response but I support your choices Five seconds later: Nova [2:16pm]: Aria. Nova [2:16pm]: Darius just smiled with full teeth. I blinked. Nova [2:16pm]: FULL TEETH. Nova [2:17pm]: I genuinely did not know he could do that. This feels historically important. I pressed my lips together to stop myself laughing. Damian stepped out of the room beside me. One look at my face and he said, "Nova?" "Darius smiled with full teeth," I said solemnly. "Apparently it has been documented, according to Nova"

A spark ignited within her in that fleeting moment. Harper considers her red face to be a reaction to her panic. He took out his phone, whose screen was broken to call someone. Daisy sat on the floor and dazedly looked at Harper who was ordering someone. After a few seconds, the lift started, As soon as the lift stopped at the ground floor Harper got out of the lift, he did not even spare a glance at her. Daisy also exited from the lift “Crackhead” She murmured in her mouth; she waited for his words of consolation, hoping for reassurance and comfort. His touch on her back had hinted at a caring presence, and she longed to hear his soothing words, but as soon as the lift opened, he walked out

"What does Damian have that made you fall for him so deeply? He doesn’t seem that handsome to me." "None of your business!" Stella snapped. Annoyed, she grabbed the remote from the table and turned the TV back on. Stella clicked on a drama, and unfortunately, within the first minute, there was already a bed scene. Stella swallowed hard, as did Marvin, seeing the scene. They exchanged glances after watching the scene. "Y—you..." Stella didn't finish her sentence as Marvin tilted his head and leaned closer to her. "What is he trying to do?" Stella thought.

“Good morning sir, ma'am.” “Good morning.” Camilla replied, giving him a smile which pissed me off. ‘Why is she smiling?’ “Take her to the hospital, she sprained her ankle. The bills should be on the Reynolds tab. Also make sure she has enough rest.” I instructed the paramedics before they took her out. Camilla was staring at me smiling. “Why are you smiling? You look creepy.” “Nothing, I am just surprised you are this good of a person and you have been hiding it.”

She took a deep breath, her voice soft, “I was washing my hair and didn’t hear it. My roommate thought it was a telemarketer and hung up for me.” After a pause, Murray asked, “What’s up? Is there a problem?” Emily sniffled, trying to steady her voice, and chuckled, “Of course, there's a problem. I’m missing you so much it’s becoming a problem.” “Hmph,” Murray’s voice returned to its usual coolness, “Emily, you enjoy acting, but your skills are lacking. Look at yourself in the mirror now.” The call ended. Emily subconsciously looked in the mirror. The reflection showed a person with a slight smile, her facial muscles motionless, her eyes smooth and devoid of emotion. The contrast between the

"Ms. Wakefield, ambition works well for you. Honesty also counts. But let's have a glass of wine and talk about the finer points of this morally problematic plan. He walked up to a sparkling bar, where a crystal decanter awaited him, pointing to one of the low leather sofas. Isabelle sat down on the buttery leather as he poured two generous glasses of rich burgundy drink, uncomfortably conscious of how effortlessly he had taken control of his own turf. As he offered her the goblet, their fingers brushed lightly, sending goosebumps up her arm. Damien appeared to notice her shiver and his expression darkened with something other than mirth. "Are you getting cold feet already, my dear?" We have

“Do it. You’ll be dead before you hit the ground.” We stood frozen. I couldn’t breathe. Then—* A click. But not from Graham.* From behind him. “Drop the gun,” Maya’s voice rang out. Graham stiffened. His head turned, just enough to see the barrel of a pistol pressed to the back of his skull. He cursed under his breath. “Now,” she said. He dropped it. Jillian moved quickly, grabbing the gun, yanking Graham forward by the collar, and slamming him against the wall with a force that made my bones rattle.

I smiled against his mouth and he smiled too. (Arghh, writing this scene has me blushing like a sheep. Omg, I love you Jaylen and Diana! Arghhh, I'm cryingggg. You guys, write a comment and tell me how you feel. I spend hours writing this! I love this book so much)