Heart-shaped Smile Novels & Stories

" You don't smile a lot so I know real from fake," " But It's real!" I said, perplexed. That was a real one. " Maybe you just don't know my smiles as well as you think," I crossed my arms against my chest as he spoke so fondly of my smiles. " There's the victorious smile, but usually it's always a smirk. The one for Lucas, it's the excitement and most real one, and then, there's Wyatt's smile, the one from the heart, gentle and shy; cheeks burning, butterflies erupting in the belly and pure tenderness and admiration," he explained. Azriel's voice was freaking pure and amazing. Soothing to listen to,

he suggested, his voice soothing. "Just go change into something comfortable, and we'll head out for breakfast," his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "We'll eat outside today." I cherished the way he seemed to smile more often, a sight that lit up my world. It was a treasure I wanted to hold onto, a precious gem to store in the treasure chest of my heart. Every time his lips curved upwards, my own heart swelled with joy, and I felt grateful to be the recipient of such a gift. I wanted to freeze those moments in time, to preserve the warmth and happiness they brought me, and keep them safe forever.

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His lower lip snaps up, banishing the pout. He isn’t just smiling; his whole face lights up with happiness. A huge, toothy grin split his cheeks, making his eyes crinkle into happy little half-moons. He gives a huge, chest-heaving sigh of relief, but this one is light as a feather, like blowing out a birthday candle. He turns and walks away, his arms pumping, and his feet barely touching the floor, leaving the sadness behind him like a forgotten toy. “He's so adorable!” I mumble.

, I didn’t trust myself to. When we reached the car, he turned his head toward me. He was smiling. Not a mocking smile, not a cruel one. It was small and sharp and full of something I didn’t understand, like he had just seen something rare. My heart skipped a beat. I hated that it did.

--- At one month, Leo smiled for the first time. A real, intentional, social smile. "Alexander! He smiled! Leo smiled at me!" "That's gas." "It's NOT gas! It's a real smile! Look!" I made faces at Leo. He smiled again. "See?! That's a SMILE!" Luna ran over. "Leo smiling?! Luna want to see!" She made ridiculous faces. Leo watched seriously. Then smiled. Small. Perfect. "LEO SMILED AT LUNA!" She was ecstatic. "Leo LOVE Luna already!"

A sad, wry smile touches his lips as he says it. I study his features, which has schooled themselves into a light frown. Then, with a small smile of my own, I reply, “I think moon balls do more justice to it than moon hearts. I mean… look at the shape.” He smiles then. A genuine smile to match mine, before his expression grows serious again. “It’s not the reason I call them moon balls.”

She asked with a bright smile and her hand extended out for a handshake. Kingsley raised his head to stare at her , his heart seemed to froze when he saw that familiar smile. The smile that always made him feel happy and loved , his comfort smile the smile he had thought he would never see till he gets to the afterlife. "That smile " He muttered and Karina immediately stopped smiling , realizing she had made a mistake by smiling that way. "What about it ? " She asked , trying to play it cool. "Mm nevermind " "So can we be friends ? " She asked.

“I’m fine.” I shake my head. I ask again, “Why?” Red sighs, but then he ruffled my hair. “Sometimes people are so happy they just cry.” “People smile when they’re happy,” I tell him. I repeated the exact same words my psychologist told me. One of the exams my psychologist had me coloring faces. One of the faces had a smile. She told me this meant happiness. One of the faces had a frowning face. She told me this was sadness. Then there were other faces with other emotions that I don’t understand. “People cry when they’re sad.”

“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.”