Homer Slow Smile Novels & Stories

Just how fast can reaction change? With my hand slightly hiding my lip, I hear him speak again. “That’s it. Smiling suits you better. How bright can someone’s face be when they have a smile on their lips…” Now… I can genuinely say that I am smiling. How nice the driver was… I hope all people are like him. “Then… what happened to the bastard that hurt your son?” “What else? I smack him in the face full force! If only you Ms can see how funny that bastard’s face looks like! He looks like a freaking worm! Ha ha ha”

He said in an upbeat voice. “What are you doing here? Are we gonna play inside their brain?” Sleepy that usually was sleepy suddenly became so energetic. “I love your storybook.” “Oh well thank you.” He said humbly. “I want to join the fun as well!” Smiley raised his hand. “I mean… some of us can make the time.” Smart looked excited as well. “Sounds like a lot of fun. Count me in.” Sly swept his hair to the back. “Except you can’t.”

, he asked. Immediately after he asked, my stomach growled in response before I could say anything, and that made Alexander smile. It was not a smirk, a mocking smile, a sinister smile, or an I-know-it-all smile. It was a genuine, heartwarming smile. He found my stomach growl funny, while I found it embarrassing. The smile faded in less than fifteen seconds, but at least there was progress. He had not held back from smiling, trying to press his lips together even when they tried to curl up, like he had done before. He did not maintain a straight and expressionless face like he normally did, or smirk like he was my evil superior who found more ways to demean me. So, yes, I liked that he smile

Mine slowing. “Hi,” I said. Small. “Hi.” The corner of his mouth pulling up. The real smile. “I’m home.” His arm tightened. His mouth against my hair. The promise delivered into the roots. “Yeah. You are.”

I smiled faintly and served myself, cutting through the silence as though it didn’t choke the room. Mrs Smith finally broke. "So, homewrecker," she said, her tone sugar and venom, "when do you plan on doing the right thing?" A small laugh escaped me before I could stop it. "Mrs Smith, you do know how to make a good joke." "Did you hear anyone laughing?" she pressed.

Not something pathetic, for a few seconds, I can’t speak. The city lights continue sliding past outside. Finally, I manage a weak smile. “That’s a nicer way of saying stupid.” To my surprise, the corner of his mouth moves. Barely……But it’s there. A smile, a real one. The sight startles me so much that I actually stare. Dante Wolfe smiling feels like witnessing a solar eclipse. .

Helma stood up, holding on to the edge of the table: "You'd better ask your Papa for hugs. Mama has to go to work." "Hmph…" A trace of displeasure flashed across Smiley's face. Papa's body was stiff and uncomfortable. Not huggable material. However... Smiley looked at Mama's swollen belly and held back. He thought, ‘I’ll wait until Mama gives birth before I hug her!’ Smiley scooted his little bum and sat obediently next to Cole. He did not ask for hugs anymore and looked at the screen curiously with his little eyes. The man and his mini-me sat on the bar and stared.

"That's my boy." "Oh, he just farted, for Pete's sake," Amos said. Then he took a sip of his coffee, made a face, and spit it back into the cup. Chase and Lauren stared at Amos until he looked at them. "What? It's true.It's a fart thing baby's do. They feel good after they fart, so they smile. If he takes after his daddy, he'll be smilin plenty," Amos chortled. Chase took his mug out of his hand and said, "How would you know, old man? You ever

Even Hanan and Jiddah, they will brag about him smiling in their sister's wedding probably. There standing in front of them is none other than Shaddad Sunusi Lamido offering a panty dropping smile at the person in his car who everyone knows is his wife even before she stepped out. It is rumoured that he only smiles when she is around and now no one can doubt that, he is really smiling at his wife. The smile that will make you drool, sit down on the floor to keep in each moment in you. Bushra won't say she is immune, she is drooling at the sight and she knows it.

He closed the fridge slowly, like time wasn’t real for him, and looked right at me. “Hi,” he said. Just that. Just hi. But the way he said it....soft, amused, like he already knew I was malfunctioning, made my brain short-circuit. “Hi,” I breathed. He smiled. SMILED. LIKE ACTUALLY SMILED.... And it wasn’t fair because his smile was beautiful. White teeth. Sharp jaw. A tiny dimple that appeared and vanished like it had no right being there. God. My type. My exact type.