Hiding A Smile Novels & Stories

Justin nodded and replied “It’s pretty much as we feared. Serena could never win mother of the year. The whole time he’s been watching her she’s spent getting high, being high, or getting drunk. The problem here gentlemen is that there is no way that Stacia contained this situation on her own. There has, to be someone she trusted to keep her secret. Because this woman still continues to receive money to support her habits and Stacia’s been dead for two years.” It was Nicolas the youngest Denae who said “Follow the money. It will lead back to something or someone.” Justin nodded and sighed as he said, “We already thought of that angle and looked into it, the problem is, the money led right b

I shook my thoughts and hugged him sincerely. "Thank you so much." I was grinning like a mad girl who was escaped from the mental hospital. "Reil--- hmm.... hope I'm not disturbing your lovely moments." Dacy hid her smile whereas Nichole chewed her lower lips to hide her anxiety. "We were just talking!" I tried to convince them but they know I'm bad at lying. "Ahh--- we don't mind." Dacy teased showing her perfect white teeth. "Then why are you here?" Blake questioned them irritation is evident in his voice. He needs to learn to be easy on them.

I slowly looked at him and saw him with furrowed brows. He smirked at me. “I hope you’re available on sale, Miss Janice Lawson,” he said in the most menacing and taunting way possible. Fuck.

I wаѕ hoping hе’d ѕее thе humоur that went іntо іt. “There’s аnоthеr present.” Hіѕ rаіѕеd hіѕ еуеbrоwѕ, аnd a ѕmіlе returned tо hіѕ fасе. I сhеwеd nеrvоuѕlу оn my lір, fееlіng slightly аwkwаrd. “Yеаh . . . but thіѕ one іѕ mоrе fоr mе.” I burіеd mу fасе іntо hіѕ hаіr to ѕtіflе a lаugh аnd hide mу own bluѕhеѕ.

He wasn't a bad man whenever it affected me but I also do not like the way he spoke to other people especially when he was not being comfortable with things. I just wanted people to at least see him in a different perspective but the man in front of me does not even care about what anymore has to think about him except for me. Which kind of made me feel so special to him but I will just keep on trying until I can get the best out of him. "You almost smiled at me. Why are you trying to hide your smile away from me?” he asked. "I'm still angry. I'm hiding my smile away from you because of that reason. So you don't get to charm your way out of this.”

She was smiling. The smile she showed me did not express friendship. The smile she gave me showed no warmth but trouble. The smile that she showed me created a feeling that made my chest tighten, and my stomach drop. Her smile contained multiple hidden meanings. I felt my breath catch, but I straightened immediately. I needed to keep my fear hidden from her. I had made that commitment to myself many times today. "What are you doing here?" I asked, my heart beating furiously, but I managed to maintain control of my voice.

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.

“Now your smile has grown dimmer.” "You wear your heart on your sleeve and let everyone trample over it." "He made you that way", he exhibited such soulful mourning it made my head spin. “No, Adam, my smile didn’t get dim. It just grew real,” I said, trying to steady the tremor that kept wanting to become sobs. I gathered myself — the way we do in cinemas when the heroine steers the plot from the precipice. “I don’t smile for the sake of smiling now. I smile because I’m happy, not because I’m hiding everything under a mask.”

"Hi. My name is Ethan Rivera, and I'm not here to tell you how to live. I'm here to tell you how I survived." The room quieted instantly. "When I was young, I thought there were only two kinds of love. The kind that was allowed, and the kind you had to hide. I learned to hide early. I became good at it. Smiling when I wanted to scream. At dating people I didn’t love. Pretending to be someone else just to make everyone else comfortable." His voice trembled but did not break.

Apparently, I was smiling at absolutely nothing because a finger suddenly tapped my shoulder. I turned. Luisa was staring at me. “Why are you smiling at thin air?” My smile faltered. “What?” “You’ve been doing that for the last five minutes.” “I have not.” “You literally are right now.” I pressed my lips together, desperately trying to contain myself. It didn’t work. A smile returned almost immediately. Luisa narrowed her eyes. “Okay. What happened?” “Nothing.” “Maya, don’t hide anything from me.” “Nothing happened. I’m serious.”