Hiding A Smile Novels & Stories

Being exiled from the pack and becoming a rogue was probably my best option. The stress of keeping the secret was eating away at me. My heart was constantly racing, my palms were sweating all the time, and I kept feeling like I was going to throw up whenever I ate anything. No matter how stressed I got, though, I was not going to lose my job over this. I would hide the truth, no matter how many times Ronan and Alex asked me if I’d discovered anything new about the mystery woman in Ronan’s room. “The situation has not been resolved yet,” I would say with a smile. Alex would usually return my smile, but Ronan would just glower at me and storm off. It was better than the alternative, though: hi

She gestured for everyone to leave, until it was just the two of us. Yasmin fixed her gaze on me, silent. Then, out of nowhere, she let out a laugh that sent shivers down my spine. "Selena, I haven't forgotten what you've done to me. Your day of reckoning will come!" I feigned terror, stumbling back, but the Titan Ape was right there to steady me. "Fear not, Selena, I've got you! "Ha! You little liar, drop your sneaky tricks, and don't say I didn't warn you!"

At last, they were pushed out of the hall. Someone smiled at me in approval and raised their glass. I took a champagne flute from a server's tray and returned the toast. The heavy ballroom doors slowly closed, shutting out the commotion outside and my troubled past. The minor commotion served as entertainment between business negotiations. My future would glitter as brilliantly as the color of the champagne in my glass.

But since he was sitting right next to me, he had to maintain that gentle, obedient image he always wore, so he turned his head to hide his grin. When he'd finished smirking and turned back around with his expression carefully arranged, he found himself staring straight into my suspicious eyes. "If you want to gloat, just laugh openly. Why hide it?" Cameron's smile froze for a moment, but he recovered quickly. He wrapped both arms around mine and started acting all clingy like he used to, trying to smooth over what just happened. "I was smiling because you said we love each other. I wasn't gloating at all."

"There it is." I glanced at him in confusion. "What?" "That smile," he replied, his eyes never leaving my face. "You always try to hide it after you laugh." I frowned instinctively. "I don't know what you're talking about." "You do," he said with quiet confidence. "You smile without thinking, and the moment you realize it, you pretend it never happened." I looked away, hoping the darkness beyond the windshield would hide the warmth creeping into my face. "I wasn't hiding anything."

I pulled the sheet up over my face so he wouldn't see me smile. L

I bit my lower lip, attempting to put on a smile to avoid looking like a complete fool. Goodness! What am I saying?! Ugh! "H-happy? For whom?" he furrowed his brow, waiting for my response. "F-for you," I confessed. For Pete's sake! I want to hide and disappear right now, as I'm afraid of becoming a liar! He might expect that I'm genuinely happy about it! Goodness! "For me? W-why?" a faint smile played on his lips, his eyes still fixed on me, eager to hear my answer.

His expression was lighter, his eyes softer and there was this tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips that he was clearly trying to hide. I crossed my arms and tilted my head. “What’s that smile about?” He stopped just in front of me, looking slightly amused. “What smile?” “That one,” I said, pointing. “The one you are trying really hard to pretend doesn’t exist.” He huffed out a small laugh and looked away, clearly caught. “It’s nothing.” “Really?” I teased. “Because you look like someone who is keeping a secret.” “Well, maybe I am.” I squinted at him. “Drew…” But he just opened the car door for me and said, “You’ll see soon enough.”

"You don't laugh anymore, Reena," Following her friend's comment, it suddenly struck her that she did, in fact, stop laughing. She stopped smiling, stopped complimenting, even so much so that she stopped talking. Talking less than she used to, that is. Serafina once awoke gasping and choking on her tears, having had a horrible dream, but not remembering what happened other than she saw an eerily familiar smile in it. She couldn't bring herself to sleep again, not when her bed felt too big and her room too cold, her heart aching in her chest as it made her feel as if though her lungs were giving up on her.

If I can convince him like that, I could easily resort to my last key card. "Are you hiding something from me?" I said, looking at him avoiding my eyes. I sneakily smiled. "Grey, are you?" I said, controlling the facial muscles on my face. I don't want him seeing me laughing. "Of course not." He muttered, like a child. Okay, I win.