Huey Freeman Smile Novels & Stories

With a smile. ____

he said, patting his dry forehead from the air conditioner's cold temperature. Jefferson wanted to bite his nose, for real, not in a sensual way as everyone imagines. Jefferson wanted to bite him until his nose bled, break it if he could. But Jefferson smiled, giving his prettiest smile instead. And Hugo was stunned, staring fixedly at that smile. If only Jefferson could smile like this every time they were together, Hugo would be happy; he wouldn't need anything else. "Buy a drink then. You drink coffee, right, Jeremy? Or would you like some tea?"

"Yo man, do you have something for the belly?" Larry yelled from the living room. Frederick sighed and shut his door. He was seated comfortably when Frederick joined him. "Larry, are you having problems at your house?" Larry sighed, putting his head in his hands, looking very sad "What do you think, pal?" He looked at him, smiling bitterly, "I am hungry and your house is nearby so I decided to come over to see if you have something for the belly" He said and smirked. Frederick felt like beating him at that moment. Larry's first expression had made his heart skip and now, he is smirking which means he is not in any form of trouble.

"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend. Yes, you can take care of us. Yes, Adam. Yes." The smile that broke across his face was not the thin, self-deprecating smile of the past week. It was not the controlled, professional smile of the CEO or the polite, distant smile of the man at the reception in Zurich. It was a real smile — wide and unguarded and almost painful in its intensity. The smile of a man who had been holding his breath for a decade and had finally been allowed to exhale.

Don’t forget milk on the way home. I smiled despite myself. A second text came through. Ella’s mom says thank you again for helping fix their mailbox. That smile lingered for another second before I shoved the phone back into my locker. It was ridiculous how seeing Ella’s name—even in a text from my mom—could improve my mood. “Look who finally learned to smile.” Sean dropped onto the bench beside me, already dressed for practice. “I smile.” “You used to smirk.” “Same thing.” “No.” He shook his head. “Smirks are annoying. Smiles mean Ella.”

Kiara scolded, hitting his head with her tiny fingers. "Oops! I forgot"He smiled. "I don't know why you are forgetting things which are unlike you"She scoffed. "Am sorry if that actually made you mad"He apologized again. "Why are you smiling every minute?"She complained. "Oh my goodness, I hardly smile at my staff and friends, but I smile at you, Glory, Kimberly, summer and granny. Do you want to see dad's annoying face?" he asked, walking inside the hospital. "No, I don't want to see your other side, your other face" She pouted, wrapping her arms around his neck.

It was as if the pain from being thorned was nothing when I smiled because of that. This is the first time I've seen the ruthless mafia leader smile, and guess what? He looks like a different person when he's grinning and laughing. His chuckles are cute but still manly. Did I already forget that the first time we met, I admitted to myself that he was my crush? Well, because now I am feeling the same gitty feeling I felt that night. "You have to treat me with an ice cream tomorrow," I pouted. "Yeah, sure. Anything you want, baby," he smiled with his teeth showing.

So I took my things so that I would go straight away later when Hugh arrived. I smiled seeing Hugh’s text on my phone. He’s asking if I want him to cook for our dinner. Just a simple message and it simply makes my day. "Angel," I turned to grandma, she grabbed my attention. I sat beside her and held her hand. "It's been so long since I last saw you smile." My brows furrowed I smiled while still confused. “What do you mean grandma? I always smile! You told me that smile is a free therapy. ” I’m smiling still.

The thing that shocks me the most is that he smiles a big toothy grin – a smile that is innocent , a smile that did not belong to a murderer. “ There there little one… You need to start getting used to this – because I can guarantee that this will be the last time that you see me kill someone because of you…” he says smiling that big toothy grin , his mood jovial. He resembles a jovial and patient father telling his little daughter to eat her vegetables so that she will grow up to be strong and healthy. “Be – because of me?” I ask him

"Wow! Professor King, is this your little one? So adorable!!" "He's the spitting image of Mr. Guller, so... was Mr. Guller just as cute when he was a kid??" "Come on, the cuteness has to come from our Professor King!" "Hey, little buddy, how old are you now?" Smiley held up one finger and sweetly replied, "I'm Smiley. I'm three years old. Hi there, big brothers and sisters!" "Aw, what a charmer this little one is!"