Heart-shaped Smile Novels & Stories

No dramatic laughter echoing through the gym. I exhaled, relieved. As if sensing my stare, he looked up. His eyes found me instantly. And then his entire face changed. That smile. The one that always felt like it was just for me. He lifted both hands and shaped his fingers into a heart. The girls sitting near me gasped softly. One nudged the other. “Oh my God.” Heat rushed to my cheeks. My heart warmed so fast it almost hurt. He still does that. I lifted my hand in a small wave, my lips curving despite me.

And she sent some smiling emojis. Hunter replied back almost immediately " We'll definitely do much more, alright? Have a good night rest, darling " And he ended the chat with a heart emoji.

“Here” There was a gentle dreamy smile on his face. The kind of smile people had when they cared for someone unconditionally. The kind of smile people had when they loved someone. The kind of smile I hadn’t seen on his face for a long time. My anticipation grew to the height of an Iroko tree as I took his phone and looked at the screen.

I start. His eyes shine and he smiles. Not smirk. He smiles a whole ass genuine smile that is so disarming that my heart must have stopped for a second. This is the first time I'm seeing him smile like this, all gums and teeth and everything and it's not a wild ferocious smile that chills the environment. This smile is warm and makes warmth seep into my bones. My core aches with desire,

Soren's face lit up, his expression shifting from surprise to pure joy. A radiant smile broke out on his lips, and even as he bit them, he couldn't suppress it. His smile was like the sun breaking through the clouds of my melancholy life, chasing away every shadow. My heart swelled in response, caught up in his happiness.

And in that moment, seeing him and watching him, I have realized what I’ve been missing. It’s his crooked smile. The way how the side of his lips curled upward that makes my heart jumped out of joy. It’s the sincerity of smile of Alpha Antonio.

My face was filled with excitement as I patted his cheeks like he was a cute little poodle who'd won his trophy in a dog show. Dexter's face creased into a soft smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as his lips curved upwards. His facial muscles relaxed, giving his features a serene and warm appearance. By the gods, the smile was like a ray of sunshine, illuminating his entire face and making his eyes sparkle with warmth. It was a smile that managed to put me at ease, a smoke that made me feel like I did something really good. And of course I did. “Thank you, my Princess.” A low rumbling chuckle escaped his lips. “This was one of the shirts you got me.”

With a drawn sinister smile unto HIS face, HE opens HIS arms and says. “Let’s just call it a game of---.” Deliberately hiding his voice from anyone who can see or read, yet made it clear and concise towards her. She listens attentively as her expression slowly changes from the blank tone into a serious one and downright unto a sinister smile, as HE ended HIS words with the following. “Well, how do you find such a game, Haruna?” With the Cheshire-like smile behind her seemingly cunning mind at hand and knocking. HE smiles in amusement loving her expression and the deliberate tone that she is adhering. Where then she gladly replies.

Xia heart was so agitated because of the adorable scene that her head unconsciously made up but she forced herself to calm down. After a long seconds of calming her agitated heart down, her mind was already clear and became ruthless again but outside the surface, the gentle smile that was still hanging onto her pouty lips turned for the better or for worse? Of course both, the sweet smile that Xiaza plastered on her plump pouty lips was identified by the zombie that was regarded as a puppy in Xiaza head that it was an indulgent smile that was directed to him in his thought but the surrounding people and the zombies that was close to them line of thoughts are far different from what was the s

She made a sound against his mouth. His arm tightened around her waist. She felt him smile against her lips and pulled back to look at him. He was. Not the corner of the mouth thing. An actual smile, small and unguarded and entirely real, and she had never once seen it before and it stopped her completely. "What," he said. "You're smiling." "I'm aware." "I've never seen you actually smile." "You've seen me smile." "The corner of the mouth thing doesn't count." She looked at him. "That." She pointed at his face. "That's different."