James Franco Smile Novels & Stories

Bloody Franco, always finding humour in fire. “Maybe you’re just missing your mate, Devon! Your stomach’s already in knots at the thought of going home to a brooding Luna!” He actually chuckled in the middle of tearing his claws down another man’s spine. I groaned, half annoyed, half unwilling to admit his teasing sparked a brief warmth in me. “This is not the time for jokes, Franco.” “Then let’s finish this fast,” he smirked, eyes gleaming green as he snapped another hunter’s neck like it was twine. “So you can go run back to your waiting Luna.”

Out of the band, their hair was shortest, not quite getting into their eyes. “Ignore the folic-ly challenged, Em. Champagne?” James, whose hair definitely regularly got into his mouth and everywhere else, which was why he was currently rocking a messy man-bun. He brought out a piccolo bottle and popped the top, handing it to her. “Classy,” he said when she took a swig direct from the bottle. “No different than drinking a beer from the bottle,” she pointed out. “Hey, not criticising. I love a woman who is not afraid to dispense with the niceties,” James replied laughing.

I tried to shoo him out. And then I heard him groan. "I've seen enough, thank you very much. I never expected you to be in the same state she's in." That statement really got my full attention. "What was that?" I asked eagerly. "I assumed something 'nice' happened." James quoted. "She just couldn't take off that silly smile off her face." He imitated the way my smile looked from ear to ear. "Come on grumpy, spit it out." He insisted.

Let him explore me like a sailor who discovered a new land, but when my wolf denied me access to her own desire, a part of mine dried up. I’m attracted to James. How the hell could I not be with his dark hair and green eyes? I swear they have glitter in them anytime the lighting is right. The way he smiles so perfectly. I mean, it’s not the same smile as Enzo’s with the left side of his lip that refuses to go all the way up from an injury when he helped me escape. Or his adorable dimples on his cheek when he truly is happy. Those smiles seem more rare these days though.

Francisco declared, his words punctuated by the release of smoke from the cigarette he held. He dismissed Andrew's attempts at diplomacy with a dismissive remark, "And Andrew, you are getting your shares, so why are you saying these kinds of things? Don't be someone's lawyer." James, angered by Francisco's audacity, clenched his teeth before unleashing his frustration. "Were the profits not given to you?" Francisco, seemingly unfazed by James's outburst, responded with a mocking smirk. "Profits?" he echoed, as if dismissing the significance of monetary gains.

Miles love piggyback rides. "I'm very angry at Barry. I'll never talk to him again." Miles rested his chin on the back of James's shoulder and relaxed. "What if he complimented you? See, he said your smile is different but in a positive way, do you know boxy smile is considered the beautiful smile in the world and by him saying that it doesn't match the normal people means not many people have that kind of smile, he did complimented you but forgot to say the right words." James elaborated. He didn't care if boxy smile was considered beautiful or not, his brother was beautiful and there is no debate about it.

His eyes were a beautiful shade of sky blue and his hair was messy talking all over his forehead made him look so boyish. He smiled at me and I blinked rapidly. Is that guy smiling at me? Old boring me. Shut up, Eve. He is being formal cause his sister introduced him. So I just smiled back and quickly looked away. Oh, how I wished I didn't. Rude guys and lap girl are at it again. I might have puked if Emilia's voice didn't get my attention. "That's our boy James." The said boy smiled and I smiled back. He has the cutest dimple I've seen in my life. He makes me want to squeeze his cheeks.

"Why would you say that?" said James. "Because I've never seen you smile. Why do you always look like you are annoyed?" James didn't respond. He raised his eyes. Under the lights in the shopping mall, his features were distinct. He had a slim figure. It seemed like he was pondering something before he finally answered, "I don't know what it feels like to be happy." "You don't know? Being happy is just being happy. Like how I feel right now. Don't you enjoy going on a date with me?"

I quickly heard Sir Franco's swearing because of Ma'am Jessica's laugh which immediately surprised me and that made Ma'am Jessica laugh even more which made my forehead crease as I am watching her still laughing. Sir Franco suddenly widened his eyes when he just realized that he had just cursed right in front of me. "Oh, shoot! I am sorry, Andra! I am sorry for cursing!" he said while starting to panic now that just made me laugh together with Ma'am Jessica. Sir Franco immediately frown and pouted while looking at me. "Stop laughing already, Jess, and do start taking pictures of us now!" Sir Franco annoyingly said while both of his hands are now on his front pockets.

“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?”