J Cole Smile Novels & Stories

He asked and I nodded at him. He smiled and sat down. " Let Me Teach you." He said and took hold of his own chopsticks. He positioned it and showed me how to use it. " Wow.." I said and used mine. " Thank you." I said and he smiled at me. Why is he smiling somehow? " I'm Cole and I'm English." He said. " I'm Riley and I'm African." " Wow..." He said with a smirk. " What ?" " Nothing. You're beautiful." He said but I scoffed politely.

“Here I am.” “Am I…I mean, is it what you were expecting?” Oh wow, classy, Cole. Not blatant at all. But his mouth finally yielded up its smile. And, like his laugh, it was unexpectedly shy, as though he wasn’t used to doing it. It disordered the harmonies of his face, but Cole liked him better that way, a little bit messy, a little bit realer. God, the man was killing her. Actually killing her. “I’m not sorry I came.”

Cole smiled brightly as he looked down at Jay. His overwhelming eyes were filled with disdain. "Angeline’s mine. It’s none of your business what I do to her.” Jay raised his hand and gave him a loud slap. Cole was furious and turned scarily pale. His initially warm smile was condensed in the corner of his eyes and his slender fingers touched his hot face. "If you think you can get away with hitting me, I’m afraid that you’re mistaken.” His voice is very gentle and sounded like a spring breeze.

" I looked away, blushing. I didn’t even know I'd have the courage to tell him that. There’s just no way I can’t say something about his singing. It is extremely good and impossible to ignore. I just hope he doesn't stop and sing to me again. A small silence stretched between us. That’s when I realized what just happened on his watch. What the hell was that, Bright? Did you really just space out in front of him? You're such an embarrassment! I secretly looked at him just to confirm that he is still indeed staring at me, and he doesn’t really seem to have plans on stopping any time soon. To my surprise, though. Cole smiled at me. Not his playful, mischievous smile. A real smile. Not a smirk,

NO MORE MYSTERY The room around Lyla went silent. The television was still on, Cole's face filling the screen, the press pack visible behind him in their restless, forward-leaning mass. The shards of the wine glass were still scattered across the marble floor in a spreading red stain that nobody had moved to clean. But for Lyla, in any way that mattered, everything had stopped. Because Cole had smiled. And not the smile she knew. Not the practiced, composed smile he'd worn at shareholder events when he was performing warmth for an audience. Not the cold, exhausted smile he'd given her across conference tables during four years of divorce hearings and lawyers and documents she'd contested on

It seems like every girl in the hallway already knows, even the exact time when they were born. "Smile at them." I slightly nudged him. He looked at me before he smiled back at the junior girl who greeted him. "Shocks! He smiled back at me." She hysterically uttered in a loud voice while giggling, not even thinking that Kolten could hear her. I awkwardly smiled back at her as our eyes met. "That's the reason why I don't smile, it drives them crazy." He mumbled under his breath, then a smug grin on his face flashed. I slightly smiled, not because of his joke, but I came to realized that it was the first joke he threw for this day.

It was a good sign. Cole gave the most radiant smile when he brought it. The kind of smile that could melt ice caps. Or coax flowers to bloom mid-winter. This was the first time she smiled at him. Vincent was stunned silent. Secretly, he knew his patient suffered nightmares and panic episodes. A smile was so good to see. No amount of trouble in the day mattered. "Doc?" Cole stares when he becomes a statue. "Uh…" Vincent broke from his trance and delivered the food. "It's not a triple-stacked Texas burger, but I hope you like it."

He looks no better than a constipated mammoth. Girls lined up, each hoping to get a picture with Cole. Our friend was pleading for us to help him. He was smiling at every shot, not a magazine worthy smile, but a forced smile that made him look like a kid forced to wear a cute sailor costume. After the ‘photo op’, Cole was wiping his cheek, a canvas of different lipstick shade. “I hate all of you!” he groaned, “you could help me out, you know?” he pouted his lips like a big baby.

However, my breathing steadied when I saw that they were still having a normal dinner. She was flirting with her eyes, but Cole wasn't even paying attention to her, that alone made me so happy, I couldn't even hold back the smile that crept to my lips which caught Sarah's attention. "Why are you smiling?" She asked with a raised brow, and I lied. She was shocked I had just finished crying, and now I was smiling. I told her it was nothing, going back to the salad on the table. Somehow, seeing Cole that serious, overpowered by emotions of Jealousy. It was nice to know that Cole was willing to keep his promise.

“You suddenly arrive with a suitcase and you look so pale… are you okay?” Cole said and by saying the last he sounded too worried even how much he tries to look so emotionless. I smile at what he said, somehow I was right. Cole is a nice guy but he is pretending that he is not. I know his reasons but he looks so cute and handsome when he shows subconsciously shows emotions.