Finn Wolfhard Smile Novels & Stories

A handsome devil and he knew it but he was a survivor and I loved it and I hated it at the same time. “What? What’s funny?” He broke the spell; I didn’t know I was smiling in the first place. “Nothing” “Your lips…they are doing that thing they do when you are happy” “It’s called a smile, Flames. I didn’t realize it’s a crime to smile” “Never said it was, Mia” The Mia came out a bit exaggerated from his end. “You don’t want me to speak, you don’t want me to smile, what do you want me to do?”

Jordy immediately regretted continuing this conversation. “You know what I mean.” A small smile appeared on Lucas’s face suddenly. Tiny. But real. Jordy blinked. “There,” he said immediately. Lucas frowned slightly. “What?” “You smiled.” Lucas looked confused. Jordy leaned forward slightly. “You rarely smile.” Lucas looked away almost immediately. “You should smile more,” Jordy continued before thinking properly. “You actually have a beautiful smile.” The second the words left his mouth, Jordy internally screamed.

Freddy looked at the gun, then looked at me, and to my disbelief, the bastard smiled. It wasn't a nervous smile, not the smile of a man cornered, not even the smile of a fool pretending to be brave. It was the smile of a man who knew he had already won before the fight had even begun. He slowly rose from my sofa with the same lazy grace he had always carried, dusted imaginary crumbs off his expensive suit, and let out a low chuckle that immediately made my skin crawl.

Finn smiled. I sucked in a breath. "Your smile is beautiful." My men snarled. "She's ours," they said together. Finn's smile quirked up at the corner. "And I've my own. I'm not looking to poach, mates of Hollyn." I smiled. "And I'm not looking to leave you three. He's just pretty. What? Do you want me to lie to him?" Finn laughed. "Thank you, Hollyn. As are you."

Constanz nods, but I know she's not happy with my answer. “I don't want to be a killjoy, but I don't think you're going to have fun with him tonight. Wolfgang is so bitter, and he never smiles." I smile with amusement. "Says the psychologist who thinks love is a waste of time?"I make fun of her. “Smiling is a powerful emotional tool,” she replies. "A tool Wolfgang doesn't know about." I'm sure that, in the mafia, the smile is not the most useful tool.

Wolf saliva—warm, wet, and thoroughly disgusting—coats my cheek, my nose, my forehead. I stumble backward, wiping frantically at my face, my expression twisted in disgust. I smack his shoulder with my palm, shaking my head at him. 'That's disgusting!' I shout through the mind link. 'You're acting like a dog!' I wait for his apology. Some excuse about Xavier taking over, or losing control for a second. Instead, he just looks at me. And smiles. It's a wolf smile—lips pulled back, tongue lolling slightly—but it's unmistakably Anton smiling at me. For only the second time since we met.

To prepare me for life in the Moretti underworld, my boyfriend, Adrian Moretti, had his childhood friend, Chloe Marino, arrange a robbery drill for me every month. At first, they only stole my phone. Then came a knife in a parking garage, followed by someone tailing me late at night. Once I even opened my eyes in the middle of the night to find a masked man sitting on the edge of my bed with a gun pressed to my forehead. Afterward, Adrian told me, "Evelyn, if this is enough to scare you, you're only going to hold me back." Today was the twelfth time. A bullet grazed my ear and buried itself in the wall. Blood ran down the side of my face. I fell to the ground while Chloe stood at the curb, l

Meanwhile, I was trying to stay submerged up to my chin, praying a family of ducks would adopt me before my dignity flatlined. “Stop smirking,” I snapped. “I’m not smirking.” “You’re always smirking.” I jabbed a finger at him from under the water. “That’s your face. Permanent resting smirk.” He tilted his head, water dripping from his hair down his annoyingly perfect jawline. “And what’s yours? Permanent resting glare?” “Better than looking like an underwear ad reject,” I shot back. He actually chuckled. Low. Dangerous. The kind of sound that curled low in my stomach and made my wolf perk up like, Yes hello, can we have more of that noise please?

I wanted to bottle that look and keep it forever, to pull it out whenever things got dark, to remind myself that underneath all the cold and the cruelty and the blood, there was this. "Smile again." I said. "I did not smile the first time." He said, and his face had gone back to the cold alpha mask, the softness disappearing like it had never been there, like I had imagined the whole thing. "You did just now, you cute baby wolfman." I laughed, and the sound of it surprised me. It felt good to laugh. It felt good to forget, just for a moment, why we were here and what was coming and all the pain that was waiting for us on the other side of the night.

When we pull apart, I brush my thumb over his jaw. "What's all this?" Hayden's smirk deepens, that familiar mischievous sparkle dancing in his eyes. "Just because." I raise an eyebrow, taking one playful step backward. "Why do you have that look on your face, Wolfie? That sparkle usually means trouble." He shrugs, the picture of innocence, though we both know he's anything but. "I got you something." "Really?" I tilt my head, grinning. "You didn't have to."