Hiding A Smile Novels & Stories

At my wedding rehearsal, the officiant asked for the third time for us to exchange rings. My best friend, Stacy Campbell, stood beside me as the maid of honor, looking impish. "The treasure hunt game's started. Guess where the ring's hidden?" My fiance, Jeremy Dean, let out a helpless laugh and started guessing hiding spots. I was the only one staring at the empty box, sweat breaking out across my forehead. It was starting again. This so-called treasure hunt game. When we were kids, Stacy hid my scarf in the boiler room while Jeremy kept watch for her. I searched for four hours and finally dug the scorched corner of it out of a pile of ash. Right before the SATs, my admission ticket go

Even when Sera moved forward to stand beside him, on her position, Elara smiled. Even when the alpha kissed her on the forehead, Elara smiled. And when they hugged with broad smiles on their faces, Sera winking subtly at Elara's mate, Elara smiled even when her heart was breaking inside. Even when she could feel her wolf howling in pure agony, Elara smiled. She would smile all the way to her cold, hard grave even when strange emotions bubbles in her chest. "Conceal. Don't feel. Don't let it show. Don't prove them right, Elara. Smile. Hide... Pretend... Smile" she whispered to herself as she turned and walked towards her room.

L"isten staying shut is not wrong but stay hidden is. And you are hiding from yourself .You are not what you show and I'm damn sure about that.....the way you smile but hide it in next second, the proud in your eyes when i win from you but you hide it also and move on without saying anything .This is all fake. You are faking yourself for what I don't know." "But I know one thing if you let it out it will ease your pain. And if you let it out with the one who caused it then it will heal your wounds." "Stop playing this hide and seek before you lost yourself." She said waiting for him to say anything but when he didn't she get up from her place and start going towards door. But stop in middle

“What?” I slowly tilted my head to the side, exposing more of my neck as I stared at my reflection. “Look at what you did.” A smile tugged at the corner of his lips before he chuckled softly. I glared at him, although I couldn't stop myself from smiling. “These are going to be impossible to hide,” “Why hide them?” he asked with a shrug. I turned to face him. “Because I can't exactly walk around in public looking like this.”

I bowed a little to hide the smile on my face, and even had to bite my lips to stop myself from laughing so hard. Sorry, bro

I adjusted uncomfortably in my seat, pouting slightly. His eyes narrowed and I quickly smiled at him. “since we're not hiding, might as well put on a smile. People are beginning to look” I whispered, smiling at him. “I don't have to smile, Miss Thompson. I'm not quite known for…smiling. I have a reputation to protect anyways…” he said casually, sipping the cup of iced Americano on the table. People were indeed beginning to look and I could hear the distant flashes of the phones in the background.

He chuckled, "Were you talking to Mike? Did you spill our secret?" Luke was undeniably striking. At school, he was an iceberg, cold and untouchable. But in private, he was warm and almost clingy. In the past, I'd have melted into his arms, blushing. Now I just stepped back, creating distance. "Didn't you want to keep us hidden?" I muttered. His eyes flickered as he caught the edge of my tone. Still, he pressed on with the question that always lingered. "You know we can't go public."

The corner of his mouth tilted upward in the smallest smile as he gave me a tiny wave. My stomach flipped, I bit my lips and resisted the urge to squeal in excitement as I waved back at him. I quickly looked away, pretending to adjust my hair as I turned to my friends. “Why are you smiling like that?” Amy asked suddenly, narrowing her eyes at me. “I’m not smiling!” I denied quickly, pressing my palms against my cheeks, as if that would cover up what she had already seen. Nicole leaned closer and gave me a suspicious look. “You’ve got that face, Keisha. The one you get when you’re hiding something from us. Something... interesting.”

Curious, he questioned, "What's with the smile?" In that moment, I considered telling him that I was delighted about the prospect of spending the night in his room. However, I thought better of it, fearing he might perceive me as a stalker or overly clingy. Suppressing my smile, I retreated back behind him, struggling to contain my overwhelming joy. It had been a satisfying conclusion to the day.

And smiled. Not the golden-boy smile. Not the concerned-friend smile. Something else – quieter, more private, carrying a message I could feel across the distance but couldn't decode. A smile that could have meant I see you watching and I want you to know the injury is real and I'm hiding it. Or could have meant I see you watching and I know exactly what I did on that phone call and it worked. My stomach turned. Cold. The stands suddenly too bright and the ice too loud and the distance between us packed with something I couldn't name but could feel.