J Cole Smile Novels & Stories

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.

"You're an angel, Cole." He smiles harder. Well, fuck.

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.

Chapter 81 Cole's POV "Jethro?" I asked. He subconsciously turned swiftly, trembling at the sight of us. "What a surprise!" I exclaimed. "Aye, beta!" He grinned, reaching for his pocket. He had two extra cigars waving at us. "Alpha!" His squared chiselled Jaw was more pronounced with the smile he gave. Evans waved as we approached. Jethro threw the cigars at us, and we caught rapidly. We all had a smile on our faces.

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