Falling Into Your Smile Mga Nobela at Kwento

I can't breathe. A hidden platform beneath the stage slowly lifts her up, like a corpse rising from the dead. And when she sees me, she smiles. Shit. That smile. It’s not just any smile; it’s the kind that takes your breath away, leaving you frozen in place. Her lips curve upward in a way that feels both intimate and electrifying, like a secret only we share. It’s a smile that reaches her eyes, making them sparkle with a mischievous glint, as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

He's the one who asked me to Balance for desserts and has seemed genuinely interested in what I have to say all night. "Sure?" "Yeah. I think I just fell into a bit of a sugar coma there for a bit." He smiles a crooked half smile that brings out a little indentation below the right corner of his mouth. "What happened there?" I ask, pointing to the spot but not touching. "Where?" "By your lip. When you smile, I see it. But when you're not smiling I don't. It's a scar, right?" He watches me for a moment, head turned to the side before he nods slowly. "Yeah. I, uh, was running in the house, tripped and fell, head butting the kitchen cupboards. The handle jabbed into my lip."

he asked, and she smiled. "Well, actually I came from the sky and accidently had a crash landing which doesn't seem to be pleasant," she said, and we stared at her with a confused look. The silence and intensity in the room was really much. How on earth would she fall down from the sky? I had known that she fell from the sky but I couldn't believe that it wasn't my hallucination but it was the reality. Silence engulfed the room as we stared at her with a shock expression.

"But somewhere along the way…" His eyes softened. "You started smiling at me." "You trusted me." "You cared about me." "And then these little monsters started kicking every time I touched your stomach." I laughed through my tears. "And before I knew it…" His voice lowered. "I was ruined." "What?" His smile became gentle. "I fell for you, Kiara." My breath caught. "I fell hard." His eyes locked onto mine. "I don't know when." "I don't know how." "But I know I love hearing your laugh."

“You’re messing with me, aren’t you? I can never tell when you do that? Why don’t you smile or something?” Why don’t you smile. You wouldn’t believe the amount of times I’d heart this question. I gave him the answer I always did. “I don’t smile.” Simple and short. “But you do.” I looked at him. “Excuse me?” “You do smile. When you’re stepping on the skulls of your enemies. It’s a scary sort of smile.” I shrugged. “Guess that’s the only thing that brings me joy.”

Never in my life did I think I would find myself in such a situation, nor would I ever expect myself to actually get turned on over being dominated, but now that it was happening, I couldn’t stop the thrum of excitement that was starting to work its way through me. “Touch yourself.” He smirks, getting comfortable. “Then I’ll consider fucking you.”

My mood dropped. I drew the curtains apart. The light hit instantly, golden and warm as the soft evening sun filtered through the narrow gap. It stretched lazily across the floor, claiming the space little by little as I spread the fabric apart. The warmth kissed my face, and without thinking, I smiled. It wasn’t much — a faint, tired smile — but it felt good. The sky outside was a rich, fiery orange, the kind that made everything look softer, calmer. I stood there, letting the glow wash over me, allowing my smile to widen just a little more.

I put my condition in front of her and her face lit up. “Let me tell you one thing before you let your hopes high. You will definitely fall in love with me. I will love you so much that you won't be able to hold yourself back from falling for me.” With a smug smile on my face I let go of her face and she kept staring at me with her opened mouth.

No … It was a smile like someone watching dominoes fall exactly how they placed them. Like a player in a game who just made the winning move.

I sighed and mustered my strength to pick it up. It was a text from Marcus. "Where have you been hiding? I know I was a little harsh that day, but you should've calmed down by now. Stop with this tantrum, and apologize to Janae. We can act like nothing happened! Also, don't forget about our engagement ceremony tomorrow." My strength left me, and my phone fell to the floor after slipping from my hand. I'd almost forgotten Marcus and I were supposed to be getting engaged the following day. I'd once looked forward to this day more than anything in the world. Now, it was so close and yet so far.