Falling Into Your Smile Novels & Stories

When Yvette smiled, her eyes lit up like crescent moons, a look that effortlessly won people's affection. But in them, I detected a hint of smugness and calculation. "How old are you?" I asked. "23," she replied. "Then you’re old enough to know what honesty is," I said sharply. Her smile wavered. "I don't understand what you mean." "It's clear. The whole plan was done by me, from start to finish," I said. "You knew that, yet you still presented it as your own. It's called shameless."

Ella could not help but blush as she locked eyes with the CEO. “Your hand, Elle! You can shake his hand,” suggested Matt who stood there bewildered at Ella not shaking the CEO’s offered hand. Ella blinked her eyes and disconnected from Mohred’s stare. “Oh, sorry! I’m forgetting my manners,” she said, trying to recover from her mistake. She immediately shook the CEO’s hand and felt his warm and firm grip. His large palm and long fingers covered most of her hand but Ella soon forgot about it as she looked at the CEO’s dazzling smile that showed his sparklingly white teeth. After a slightly extended handshake that made Matt look away and raise his hands, Ella released the CEO’s hand and turned

A predatory smile, void of light, slithered across my mates face. “You have no idea the mistake you’ve made, but you will. Soon, you will.”

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.

I couldn't help but laugh at his words. "You look more beautiful when you smile." He said with a witty smile. "Ahha, correction. I didn't smile. I laughed." I corrected him. "Ah, yeah. But still, when you laugh it seems like a falling cherry blossom flower." He said dramatically. "Haw, but it's a bit cheesy." I liked talking to him. He's kind of cute. "But I'm impressed." I flashed a smile at him and he acted like dying holding his heart. "Oh, Jesus. You will kill me with your killer smile, Missy." I shook my head smiling.

"You kind of zoned out and this silly smile appeared on your face. Can you feel it?" "Feel what?" "The momentum as you crash hard in love with Park Hyun Bin." I roll my eyes. "Get lost, Mr." As if.

He added and I listened, reveled in the fact that he is explaining it to me, from his own point of view, "It's called falling for a reason, you fall and fall and you fall." He means it's a step, by step, by step. "What happens when you hit the bottom?" I asked, it is called falling, which means, one way or another, you will hit the ground at some point. He shrugged, "I wouldn't know the answer to that." At first, I didn't understand, but when I did, my heart melted at the insinuation, "You're still falling?" He nodded, a beautiful smile curved his lips, "I am still falling."

She sat down on the seat he stood up from. " Besides I needed some time off work," she said still smiling. I notice when she smiles, she does it with not just her mouth but all her face. When she smiles her eyes sparkle her puff cheek turns pink and the laugh line near her eyes becomes prominent. Her mood was brighter than the sun which made it contagious. I couldn't help smiling.

You simply end up succumbing to its overbearing power, allowing it to flood your senses and inevitably, turning you into a mushy version of your former self. I didn’t imagine falling in love again and the thought of smiling naturally was never on the cards. Hell, come to think of it, I didn’t even imagine I would meet someone who would make me ugly snort when I laughed, yet here I was, smiling like the Cheshire cat as the smooth tones of James Bay singing ‘Wild Love’ played through my speakers. Ironic isn’t it.

I stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"