How To Make Him Smile Novels & Stories

he said, almost smiling in his attempt at a joke. "Are you trying to be funny?" "That was the idea," he indicated before returning to his serious expression. "It wasn't my intention to make you put on that face again." "It's the only one I have," he told me, making me laugh. "Do you never smile?" "Do you ever stay quiet?" "Actually, very rarely," I admitted. The corners of his mouth lifted. It couldn't be possible; he was smiling. He smiled! "See, not staying quiet is a good thing? I made you smile."

I wanted him to feel that I was upset not because I wanted to punish him, but because I needed him to understand how important this was to me. “Come on,” he said softly, leaning closer. “Are you still angry? You know you can’t stay angry at me forever.” He pinched my cheek gently, trying to pull a smile out of me. And no matter how hard I tried to fight it, a small smile appeared on my face. I hated how effective he was at making me smile even when I wanted to be upset. “There’s the smile,” Roman added proudly. “Thank you for allowing her to stay,” I finally said, exhaling slowly.

He said. “I’ll make some coffee,” she said. A sincere smile appeared on his face, a natural motion that melted the harsh corners of his mouth. It was a genuine smile that resulted from genuine enjoyment of her company rather than his typical restrained half-smirk. He smiled as he said “Thank you for the offer. I need to do some preparation. A little professional restart.” Her laughter was clear and melodic. “Alright Fred. Do a professional reset now. I'll be in the kitchen.”

She cleared her throat noisily, "Tega, you're already part of my life and I'm glad that you're willing to share my world with me. But you would have to let me think about it, please." He pinched her cheek lightly, "There's no problem about thinking. I am fine with it as long as we're still friends and you are no longer mad at me." "I am no longer angry," She told him. "Then prove it to me by smiling." He requested. She reluctantly smiled. "No." He disapproved, "That's too small. A little wider please." She smiled again. "Nope. A little bit wider, please." This time around, she exposed all her front teeth and this got them laughing hard.

Her gaze was stuck on the screen again. “That’s how I look, right?” She gingerly pointed at their moving figures on the screen. “Yes. Come on. Smile.” He patiently encouraged her. Her reactions are quite refreshing. She did and it took a while before it looked natural. “Great. That’s much better.” He also smiled for the camera. He would surely print one where both of them are smiling. He turned to her, a plan brewing in his head.

my voice grew hoarser and my wolf immediately sprang to life. “Please, don’t make me throw up. I wasn’t talking about that.” He pretended to be nauseous “I’m talking about making her comfortable in your presence. That’s why I get a few smiles while you only manage to scare her, you know? Act like her friend. Offer her some smiles…” "Smiles?" I scoffed.

" I added so that this will work already. He rolled his eyes as he tried looking away. We are practicing or I am convincing him to smile more often. Smiles describe you as a person. People always received good impression from us if we love smiling. People will find us nice and kind if we always smile to them. It is easy to communicate and it is not hard to approach those people who knows how to connect using a smile. That is why I am telling him to do it. I wanted to see the most genuine smile of him. I stared at him. He massaged the bridge of his nose as he slowly lifted his gaze to me.

he'd said something bad. He only wants to see a real smile on her face, not the practice smile she was wearing now. What can he do now to make her smile again?

I said locking my hands around his neck. “Now, from where is it coming?” He laughed and his laugh was even more contagious, “I don’t know I just pictured you smiling in front of your female staff or at parties and thought if your smile can flutter my heart, the female race has the same hormones as me.” I know I was talking rubbish but he didn’t stop smiling. “Your cuteness is turning me on, baby girl. Your heart really flutters when I smile? Then tell me how it react when I make love to you?” He whispered in a raspy voice.

His large arm creeps toward me, and suddenly, he grips my inner thigh firmly, making me turn to him with a scowl. He tuts, his brow arching as if chastising a child. “I don’t want to see that expression at the party. Make sure you have the brightest, most beautiful smile on.” I remain silent, but his grip around my thighs tightens, sending a clear message. “Do you understand?” “Yes,” I mutter through clenched teeth. “Show me,” he commands. I force a bright smile onto my face. My lips stretched painfully, the corners trembling with effort. He smiles back, eyes glinting with satisfaction.