Homer Slow Smile Novels & Stories

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?"

Homer didn't want Jefferson to make that sad face; that kind of expression would never suit him. Instead, Homer likes Jefferson's face, with a blush on his cheeks and a little smile on his lips. Well, that kind of expression fits his Jeremy so perfectly. Jefferson's face was beautiful even when angry and cute when he smiled. It was refreshing as a cold glass of water on a dry throat in hot weather. And Homer wonders are his lips also as sweet as his smile. Homer's face drew closer; he was pulled but didn't want to fight it. His hand was raised, stroking Jefferson's cheek gently.

I don't want our ambiance to be quiet here. "You probably leave that man, right?" She smiled. At least, I made her smile. It is a great honor to made one Kara Divine Paragas-Teves smile. Such a wonderful accomplishment. "Sometimes I'm tired. He? Still a game. It's not that big, right? Haha! I'm different. Which one of their two of Spencer is big?” her smile has now become a laugh. She was holding her stomach from laughing. She is happy now. Only the length of Atom compared to Spencer would make her laugh.

She said in an annoyed voice: “It's Baby Pop, of course. Right now, we can only look forward to that place.” Kenny told Katherine indignantly that he didn't have any happy memories of him. Kenny was once played quite painfully by the owner of Baby Pop when he intentionally swapped out local sirloin for foreign loin when delivering his order. This resulted in him being scolded by Katherine for two hours for not meeting the strict ingredient requirements: “Who would name a butcher shop Baby Pop?”

I can’t seem to tell. Slowly, a smile that almost looks like a smirk slips onto his lips. “Maybe, Ophelia. Maybe.” He says before popping a chocolate chip into his mouth.

"Ms. Sampson's villa isn't home for the homeless. They're your parents, aren't they, Felix? Figures. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Ugh, I can still smell the mud on them." Rage flared within my heart, but I held it back and quickly wiped the water off my in-laws. Diane had a short fuse. She would not stand for this insult, so she snapped, "And who are you supposed to be, you uneducated swine? How dare you call Felix a homeless man!" Zack did not hold back. Instead, he pressed on the attack. He picked up a ceramic ornament and hurled it at Diane. I deflected it with my hand, and the ornament grazed me.

She asked as L reached her. L smiled. “Is it bad to smile when you feel like everything is different?” He asked. Mrs. Kim looked at him confused. “What do you mean?” She asked. L shrugged. “I don’t know, Mom. I just feel like smiling today.” He said. Mrs. Kim narrowed her eyes on him as she felt that something is weird with her son. Oh well, for one, L is cold. He doesn’t smile much. Two, he is the master of the poker face even if he is happy. So, what made him smile all the way home today?

He was continuously stealing a glance every now and then . Her face looked brighter than before and she was more settled now . She was watching some episode from 'FRIENDS' sitcom and was smiling . Her smile was so pure and gentle . He felt like he could wage wars for one smile of hers . He could see the dimples on her face gracing her whenever she smiled . It made her look even cuter . She watched the sitcom for some time and then started feeling sleepy . She was already feeling weak and tired . She didn't even realize when she had dozed off .

Beta Homer was at the other end of the table, his expression cheerful and determined. “I thought you might be hungry,” he said smoothly. “And I wanted to make up for all the ways I hurt you before.” I blinked. I knew what he was doing. And yet, as much as I wanted to shut him down completely, a part of me respected the effort. He wasn’t forcing me—he was trying. So, against my better judgment, I sat down. I’m hungry anyway. Homer smiled, an ember of victory ignited in his eyes. But before he could say anything more, the scent of another familiar presence filled the room.

Homer was more amused than concerned. “Dick.” Then I twisted the knob, and it was locked. I was relieved that she did not try to escape. “You should practice more often,” Homer said with a smirk. I shook my head in irritation and knocked on our signal. “Fuck you.”