Falling Into Your Smile Novels & Stories

I said And so he did. He was still smiling teasingly which annoyed me “you are falling” I was confused again because of what he said “what?” I was startled when he slowly walked towards me “you are falling for me” My lips parted because of what he said, am I really falling for him? Is it too obvious? Gosh did he felt my heart I while ago? I tried to hide how shock I am. I smiled at him “No, I am not. Not now North”

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.

Isla found herself utterly captivated by him, unable to tear her eyes away, and every moment spent with him felt like a small eternity in a world all their own. And then there was his smile. Vincent’s smile—every time he flashed it at her, Isla felt like the earth itself stopped spinning for just a second. It wasn’t just a simple smile; it was a smile that seemed to freeze time, to hold her in its warmth. She felt a flutter in her chest, like a thousand butterflies taking flight, every time he grinned at her. It was a smile that made everything else fade into the background, a smile that made her feel like she was the only person in the room, the only one who mattered. And in those moments,

Him and his smug faced janky looking girlfriend. “It is you!”, Estella said in mock disbelief. Her grating voice almost made my ears bleed. “Good morning Miss. Are you ready to place your order?”, l replied with a fake smile. Even though my insides were clawing in both pain and disgust by the mere sight of her. “Oh my god. I seriously can not believe it’s you!”, Estella continued. Completely ignoring my question. “Seriously. How hard is it to believe that it’s me? I’m right in front of you ain’t l ?”, l thought. As l continued to impressively hold my fake smile.

He takes his forefinger away, releasing my lips before he returns my smile with a heart - stopping smile of his own. My smile falls off my lips as my heart actually stops for a nanosecond. “ You are smiling. ” I speak in a robotic tone and as an instant response he stops smiling. “ I mean you actually smiled. Not in that - ” I copy his smirk letting the left side of my lips curl up. “ smirk kind of way. You actually smiled like - ” I let the smirk drop and smile at him to explain how he just actually smiled at something.

And I froze when she said the next sentence. "YOUR SMILE..... IS BEAUTIFUL." .......................................................... Can you believe it? Justin actually smiled?

he smirked. The clamour and spattering sound of heavy droplets embracing the earth rang round them in a dingy symphony. Tayson docked his gaze to her high heels to up her tall frame. His stomach churned in knots as her smooth legs, now garnished with pearly drops moved ever so slightly. The velvet fabric beautifully suffocated her skin and the hem halted right on her mid-thigh. Her impossibly sensual curves parted his lips and sheer lust glimmered in his hazy eyes, imagining how his callous fingers could trace them and ravish them.

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."

I honestly don't know where the words keep coming from, it's like I have no filter or self preservation for that matter. " Girl fight! Girl fight!" I turn and look towards the source of the voice, only to find Adrian, one of the elites, rocking the biggest smile I have ever seen. Even after he is caught in the act of incitement he still doesn't stop smiling. " If you don't stop it, I swear I will smack that grin right off your face" I tell him but instead of having the desired effect he smiles even wider.

sometimes I think we both belong in a psychiatric hospital. —What?! —His words threw me off, though I ended up laughing. —You're really cute when you smile. —That simple comment stirs something inside me—something new. 'Something that scares me?' —I could smile more for you, if you want me to, of course. —No, there's no need. I'll steal the few genuine smiles you've locked away inside. ✧────── ༉───✦───༉ ─────✧