How To Make Him Smile Novels & Stories

I would say staying around them you will smile a lot because I have been smiling since and he just has this way of making me smile. "I will definitely not stop smiling because a smile is like makeup you have got to wear and takes absolutely nothing from you to smile." He studied me for a while which I kind of found out that he has been doing since he met me outside.

I sighed and softly caressed his face waiting for him to pull himself together. After another ten minutes, he pulled away from me and took a long deep breath then he faced me smiling. I wanted to cry for this guy, but I was sure he wouldn't like it, so instead, I kissed both his cheeks and ran my fingers through his messy hair to fix it, which caused his smile to go wider. A simple gesture of caring always makes him smile. No wonder before he forced me to care for him like a baby, like wiping his sweat, wiping the crumbs on his lips, and feeding him because it makes him happy and calm.

She was always smiling and cheerful. "You can take this opportunity to use me to to comfort yourself, you know. You can hug me if you want. I am sure you will not find a more handsome friend even if you search for the next thirty years" he joked, trying to make her smile. It worked. She cracked a smile at his chauvinism. "Dream on" she teased, but accepted his offer and hugged him.

"You're a Lycan. Aren't you supposed to have like a heightened sense of smell or something?" He arched another brow. How he was this good at arching just one eyebrow was still going to be a complete mystery to me. "I didn't know your little mouth is as sharp as a razor." I arched my brow. Well, at least I tried to. "I didn't know you're this bad at comparisons." His lips twitched. Mine split into a full childish grin. "You should try to smile. I can teach you," I moved my hands to his face. "All you have to do is stretch both sides and voilà! A smile."

That was when I realized, and I bit the cake with a smile. He was really good at this, huh? “Let me.” I took the fork from his hand and did the exact same gesture. He let me feed him and smiled. It made me guess how long it took him to master that smile. Did he practice it in front of a mirror? Smile definitely suited his face more than those cold and flat expressions. Whispers and talk surrounded this mega hall. I couldn’t use my phone yet, but I had guessed what kind of news and articles were written today.

The smile that made its way to my lips disappeared, as soon as it appeared. "I want to be with the man for whom I am his priority, the one who could leave everything for me" No! I can't leave my money for anyone. Not even for her. "And what about looks?" I asked. She chuckled lightly. "Yes, of course, looks are important" A wide smile made its way to my lips again. "But they are not everything you know" What! My lips curved downward. "I want him to be a little humourous so that he can make me smile whenever I am sad. I want him to be a little funky so that he doesn't mind doing crazy things in public just to lift my mood"

He was making fun of me. Wait. Does he want me to give him a smile? "Why aren't you making the heat go away and let me go." I stated what I actually wanted as he went dumfounded for a minute before a smirk appeared on his face. That smirk alone made me feel a ticklish feeling inside my stomach if we don't talk about his scent and proximity at that time. They had a different effect on me. Focus Amairah!

Just a little. He caught it instantly. “Was that a smile?” “No.” “It was definitely a smile.” “It was a twitch.” “Sure,” he said, grinning. “A very happy twitch.” I sighed, trying not to laugh. “You’re impossible.” He rested his chin on his hand, studying me. “You know, you should do that more.” “Do what?” “Smile. It suits you.” My chest did this annoying flutter thing that I immediately ignored. “You should try shutting up more,” I shot back.

"Here... practice on me." I spread a huge smile across my lips, showing all of my teeth. "No... no..." Kayla laughs louder. "You need to look seductive." "How do I do that?" I ask desperately. "Just turn around and give him a little smirk," Kayla instructs. "Like this." Kayla demonstrates the smile that I am supposed to do.

“I said, do you hear me?” She nodded quickly. “Yes.” “Good. If I hug you, you’re going to hug me back. If I kiss you, you’re not going to sit as stiff as a mannequin. You’re going to respond to my conversations, smile if you will, maybe even laugh...” He shrugged. “Push my hand again, and you’d hate yourself. Are we clear?” She nodded. “Yes.” “Good. Now smile.” She forced a smile on her face. Then he fed her his food and drink like an old couple madly in love with each other.