Huey Freeman Smile Novels & Stories

He smiles at me once more. Damn, that smile does strange things to me! His hazel eyes seem to almost light up when he smiles, little wrinkles next to his eyes appear, making his face seem instantly more animated. I see him looking at the lock screen of my phone as he goes to hand it back. The picture is of me and my brother with our father at a pack event. All formal.

He pasted a friendly smile. Whatever!

Rayner’s Pov The smile on Henry’s face the previous day after I gave him a yes was one I had never seen on him, he just couldn’t stop smiling all through till he dropped me at home. I don’t know why he was that happy but for me, I was happy because I had finally gotten someone better.

**ELENA'S POV** The guy with the creepy smile blocked the exit and stepped closer, bringing with him the smell of cheap cologne and tobacco. I guess I could call him Mr. Creepy Smile. “Curious cats,” the tattooed guy chuckled, rolling his shoulders like he was warming up for another kill. “We know what happens to them.” I'll call him Mr. Gold-Tooth. I let my lips curl as I replied to him. “They tend to take someone with them.”

“Not just talking. You were smiling.” I paused for half a second. Damn Marcus and his semi functioning memory. Tariq dropped his fork like it was breaking news. “Smiling? Like actually smiling? Not the polite one or the fake public one, but the real kind?” “I smile all the time,” I muttered. “False,” Rafeal said. “You smirk, you glower, you look vaguely constipated sometimes, but smiling? That’s rare, my guy.” Tariq barked a laugh. “So who was she?”

A genuine, warm, privately amused smile that sat on his face like it had been waiting for the right moment to arrive. "What?" I said. He said nothing. Just kept smiling, which was somehow worse. "Papa. Why are you smiling like that?" He exhaled slowly, the smile tipping into something that was almost a laugh. "Pierre Beaumont." "Yes." "You met him at a supermarket." "With a cart. I hit him with a cart, technically." Now he did laugh. Short, quiet, but genuine, the kind that costs him something physically these days and he spends anyway. "Fate has a very specific sense of humor," he said.

Freddy looked at the gun, then looked at me, and to my disbelief, the bastard smiled. It wasn't a nervous smile, not the smile of a man cornered, not even the smile of a fool pretending to be brave. It was the smile of a man who knew he had already won before the fight had even begun. He slowly rose from my sofa with the same lazy grace he had always carried, dusted imaginary crumbs off his expensive suit, and let out a low chuckle that immediately made my skin crawl.

Amber What kind of smile would I wear for my mugshot? I’d been asking myself that for the past thirty seconds ever since Evalie opened her little mouth and let a nuclear bomb drop on my sanity. Would it be a crazed, Joker-like grin? Teeth bared, eyes wide, insanity seeping through the cracks? Or maybe a dead-eyed smirk, cold and distant, the kind of smile you wear when your soul's been flattened by bullshit so often, it’s just muscle memory now.

He and the rest of the men who had been speaking all froze, eyeing their comrade who made the deduction from the corner of their eyes, then quickly back to the rapidly approaching bundle of joy. "Fuck me.." Some great final words if I do say so myself. "MROOOAR!" Cuddles paws still outstretched, sweet adorable smile went super sized and that girl wasn't bringing no fries or shakes, only that sweet cute smile.... Cute in a I'm gonna eat your fucking face kind of cute, as her smile was one of a free meal.

I ask angrily. "Not long enough," he shrugs. I take my time to look at him. Beautiful thick brown wavy hair with some strands sticking in different directions and some drooping down his face. Very tiny deep blue striking eyes. Clean-shaven chiselled jaw and...dimples. He was smiling at me. He knew what I was doing. Oh no!!!! Why do I always find myself in compromising situations like this? First Cameron and now Reuben. What the fox!!!! "Hmmm, what are you thinking about?" He asks me raising an eyebrow