J Cole Smile Novels & Stories

"If I may ask, what's your name?" Gosh, he talks a lot. Having had enough of him I stand up gathering my things and look for somewhere else to seat. I hear footsteps behind me. Quickly I turn around and slam! I thought I hit a wall but no, it was that stupid annoying boy that wouldn't let me be. For the first time since our conversation, I have a proper look at his face. "Hi," he smiles at me rubbing slow circles up and down my arms steadying me. His smile makes me want to, smile. Is that even possible?.

" Rila, the MUA answered. “Masya Allah, is it because you make up the smart ones or you are really pretty Saz? You are so beautiful ”Sinta joked while hitting Saskia's back slowly. Saskia shook her head, confused about the treatment of three college friends who are now sitting snapping the camera on her cellphone, taking pictures of them with Saskia many times.

Putting their happiness first, maintaining his perfect image for them, just so they can love and accept him. He'd throw everything good in his life away for their comfort even if it causes him so much pain and discomfort. That's exactly how much he is willing to get hurt for the people who doesn't give a fuck about him, so they can see the perfect boy that's Jaden Cole. The star boy who is the basketball captain. The one who can get any girl with his charming smile. Heck, he even got Tia to show off he is really good at it.

Her lips curled into a sharp, knowing smile. “That’s fascinating, Lord Caddel. Your daughter certainly is…unique. What kind of lady arrives before His Majesty looking like a half-drowned fish?” Behind her appeared two boys—Jack and Cole, their dark eyes identical, watching me. “You look funny,” Cole mouthed at me, his grin playful. It was the smile that sparked our reckless friendship, and later, our chaotic love. A smile he reserved for me until I married Jack, then replaced by one mocking and hateful.

struggling to sound polite even though she wanted nothing more than to use a tight slap to wipe off the smile he had on his face. She wondered what was making him smile so happily today, and knowing Cole, she knew that she couldn't be the only reason why he was smiling so much. There just had to be something else that put him in a good mood. “Hello, my beautiful Monique,” he responded as soon as she sat down, causing Monique's stomach to churn in disgust.

His eyes gleamed mischievously as he stole glances at Phoebe, and a perpetual smile played on his lips. "Did you win the lottery or something?" Phoebe asked, surprised. "Or hit the jackpot?" Cole chuckled softly. "No, I'm not into lottery." "Then why the big grin?" Cole's expression turned coy as he suppressed a smile before flashing his pearly-white teeth again. "Am I smiling?" Phoebe teased, "Either you've hit the jackpot or found a stash of cash, or perhaps you're excited about your wedding night." Cole paused for a moment, his cheeks flushing slightly before muttering, "I have no wife."

He cautioned and Adele just smiled. In her mind, she wished she could do every bad thing so she would be summoned and fired, but she knew that would be impossible, given how desperately Jamal wanted her to be close to him. "You know…" Cole continued. "I have never seen Mr. Kind smile. He always has this stern look and stoic appearance. He carries this very domineering aura around him anywhere he goes and sometimes, I wonder if he is actually human. It's not normal for someone to be be perfect, but he is."

[Cole] "You idiot!" Dove went up to Cole and tried to send a fist towards his face but he swiftly ducked and slid away. He quickly backed away from her with smiling eyes and a loud laugh that rang with an unusual jovial rhythm. She instantly paused in amazement. Then, a smile spread across her face. It was a new smile, one that was innocent and genuine, and Cole suddenly felt a loud thud in his chest. "That was a nice laugh," she said.

Ken sighed. He pointed to each of the guys and they all smirked at me, except for Cole who had an unamused look on his face. “She is hot,” AJ smiled, and kissed my hand. Ken pulled me closer to him, and smacked AJ on the head. “Watch yourself,” Ken warned. AJ smirked, and put his hands up in defeat. I returned my gaze back to Cole who looks like he’d rather be dead. “Why doesn’t he smile?” I whispered to Ken.

Mike Freeway wasn't the only man in Coal City with a nose for fast money. Joe Collins—just as well recognized in the back room's smoky atmosphere as J. Cole—had a gift for smelling opportunity where other men smelled gunpowder. Tall, dark, and patient, Cole lived on very little. His greasy black hair clung to his skull, his pencil-line moustache curled into a snarl, and his chin, shadowed blue from the previous night's shaving, was rarely tobacco-stained.