Heavenly Smile Novels & Stories

Surprising, because I knew he would want to go to work. "Damien? Damien?" I tapped his arm. His eyes popped open, landing straight on my face. His lips curled, and for the first time in forever, I saw him smile, making a dimple pop on his right cheek. Oh my goodness. A direct descendant of heaven? Because, damn. His eyes were brightened by his smile, making them shine. My mouth dropped open. Was this a dream? "Wow. You really should smile more, Damien." He chuckled, pulling me even closer to him. "Don't you worry. I'll smile more around you."

And smile. A slow knowing smile...

"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend. Yes, you can take care of us. Yes, Adam. Yes." The smile that broke across his face was not the thin, self-deprecating smile of the past week. It was not the controlled, professional smile of the CEO or the polite, distant smile of the man at the reception in Zurich. It was a real smile — wide and unguarded and almost painful in its intensity. The smile of a man who had been holding his breath for a decade and had finally been allowed to exhale.

Stefan’s head slowly snapped up, his pitch-black, piercing eyes locking onto the subordinate. Then, a miracle occurred, something that none of his board of directors or global competitors had ever witnessed in their entire lives. The harsh, frozen granite of Stefan’s handsome face completely melted. The sharp, predatory line of his lips softened, tilting upward into a genuine, breathtakingly bright smile. It was a proud, profoundly tender smile, radiating an intense warmth that was reserved for only one soul in the universe. ‘My brilliant girl’, his heart whispered, a fierce, protective ache swelling inside his chest.

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?"

She gave him a dazzling, high-energy smile. "Hi. I'm Ava, the favorite sibling. And you must be the famous Ryan Hayes. Wow. The internet photos really don't do the jawline justice." ​Ryan blink-blinked, completely caught off guard by two highly energetic, completely unbothered young adults was a brand new territory. ​"It's a pleasure to finally meet you both," Ryan said, signaling the waiter with a smooth wave of his hand. He looked at the siblings with an amused, welcoming warmth. "And please, order whatever you want. It sounds like you had a long trip."

Davis. The only other thing that ever made me feel like I was in heaven like I do now was that hug we shared a long time ago. The hug that I call my heaven. I don't get many of those hugs anymore not so much recently because of everything that recently happened between us but hopefully many more of these heaven moments to come.

He cums deep within me, causing both Hakeem and I to answer with our own orgasms. Hakeem rolls to the right of me, followed by Gael rolling to the left. “Mi hermoso cielo,” Gael whispers against my skin. “Ok, I know that you are calling me beautiful, but what is mi cielo?” I ask. He chuckles. “My heaven.” I smile and kiss him lightly on the lips. “I like it.” Hakeem nuzzles into my side. I groan at the feeling of the sparks marching up and down my skin from where my mates touch me.

I can still see them. “So you are full now and you are no longer hallucinating,” She said and she smiled at me, and her smile tells me something. “So what does that mean? What does your mean smile mean?” I asked her while looking at her. The fire in her eyes is gone and that makes me look into her eyes. “It means that you need to go back to heaven because God wants for reconciliation”