Homer Slow Smile Novels & Stories

I said after a moment, a small smile forming despite everything, “at least one of us is doing something right.” Homer frowned slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means—” I said, gesturing vaguely. “You’re happy and I am over the moon for you, Homer.” He studied me carefully. “And you’re not?” I hesitated. Then I looked away. “That’s not the point.” “It kind of is.” I sighed, rubbing my temples lightly. “Homer—” “You could be.” He interrupted gently. I stilled. “What?” “You could be happy too.”

It was so cute ≧﹏≦ A rare smile showed on his face, that stunned Kim frozen. Her heart raced as she started to blush again. On the other hand, the three boys sneered and were even more convinced that Jake was seriously sick in the head by watching him act like this. However, just as one of them was about to open his mouth to mock him, Jake talked first. The smile was still on his lips, making him look extremely gentle and handsome, but the words coming out of his mouth sent shivers down all four people's spines.

"You don't know how lucky you are to be married to Adrian." As they said, "Karma is a past-life boomerang." Sienna finally tasted her own remarks from my past life. As for me, my pent-up frustrations vanished as soon as these words escaped my lips. "A-Aren't you supposed to be mute?" she fell to the ground in astonishment. When my words finally registered, she glared at me resentfully as if she was getting to know me for the first time. She exclaimed, "Leola, how could you say something so cruel? Aren't we best friends?"

A slow, leering smile spread across his face. “Well now,” he drawled, voice thick with amusement. “What are you doing out here dressed like a maid, little Ally?”

“What, am I not allowed to be happy?” “You are,” he replied, narrowing his eyes like a sitcom dad, “right after you explain why you’re happy. Until then—it’s suspicious.” “It’s not for you to know,” she said flatly, but Harold caught that telltale smirk sneaking onto her face. Ah, that smile—he knew exactly what that meant. “How many rounds did you make last night?” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows like a sitcom uncle. Her smile froze mid-air, and just like that—boom—her face turned the color of a ripe tomato.

I smiled. “Miss Lane hasn’t been in great health. My husband merely looked after her a few times. I hope everyone won’t read too much into it.” A reporter pressed on. “Mrs. Lowe, do you believe him?” I turned my head toward him, my gaze warm and trusting. “Of course I believe him.” At that moment, his hand at my waist tightened noticeably. Before the interview ended, his phone lit up. His expression changed dramatically. He stood up at once, microphone in hand. “Sorry, there’s an emergency.”

A genuine, warm, privately amused smile that sat on his face like it had been waiting for the right moment to arrive. "What?" I said. He said nothing. Just kept smiling, which was somehow worse. "Papa. Why are you smiling like that?" He exhaled slowly, the smile tipping into something that was almost a laugh. "Pierre Beaumont." "Yes." "You met him at a supermarket." "With a cart. I hit him with a cart, technically." Now he did laugh. Short, quiet, but genuine, the kind that costs him something physically these days and he spends anyway. "Fate has a very specific sense of humor," he said.

The person standing there was Homer, the same man who should have been lying on the ground in a helpless heap. But there was no trace of that frail, boneless look from before. His duster was a bit messy, but his back was straight and his eyes were sharp. A pressure radiated from him that matched Vaelor and the other two sect leaders. "Homer!" Yaphet's voice went cold with shock. "Didn't my Marrowbane hit you? That drug should last at least six hours. How could you possibly recover this fast?" Homer looked at the expression on Yaphet's face like he'd just seen a ghost. A faint smile spread across his lips, dripping with mockery. "Oh, Yaphet. Yes, you thought of everything, but you still misse

Jones muffled, chuckling intermittently. He let out a smile again flashing his tobacco stained teeth(I really messed up in his storyline). I let a small chuckle as his smile reminded me of an emoji, the emoji's smile had all 36s showing in a funny manner. P.S: let's be reminded that the colour of his teeth and that of the cute smiley emoji can in no way,come into mind at this comparison, that subject is significantly abrogated from this context as we limelight the focus; the similarity between both smiles.

He thought of the shy smile, the pin k lunch bag, the way she had fled like a startled deer. A slow smile spread across his face. “This one is just fine.”