James Franco Smile Novels & Stories

He was seated next to Juan but he had to lean a little over the table to reach me. "Unlike this French-spanish idiot over here. I'm from Texas, were we like to go all the way and say. Your very beautiful my lady," he makes a gesture of taking of a hat from atop his head and as quickly says," my name is James." James is a blonde with a really charming face. His hair is slicked back neatly but a few strands escape his gel hold and fall across his forehead. He looks like a playboy and a part of me likes that about him already. Also, I could tell he came here straight from work because he didn't change out of his scrubs and just simply threw a jacket over the dark purple. I smile at him," It's n

Katty squeezed her lips in irritation while eyeing James coldly. "Oh, little bunny is getting angry! Bunny is not in a bad mood, please smile like a fool again. I think I missed your poop dance!" James laughed. "Oh! My stomach hurts, but still I can't stop laughing, oh my god."

I looked up at him and noticed the smile on his face; for some reason, I didn't even know what to say, but I was definitely sure about one thing: "Jameson is definitely not the bad guy that I thought he was." "Give me a reason for your smiling!" Jameson said, causing me to pause for a second, I took my hand up to my face; I honestly didn't even know that I was smiling. "Smiling? Me? Are you sure?" I asked, trying to keep a straight expression. "I know the smile on your face! And now you're trying to act smart; it's fine... I only love it when you smile; I mean, you can smile even more; I'll love to see it," Jameson said, causing me to chuckle softly.

I laugh while trying to ignore the women giggling about babies and about the physiques of us men. Franco introduces me to his other mate, James. James is 6ft 3 inches tall and broad shouldered with a muscular build. He has light brown hair and green eyes and a relaxed, but friendly smile. His style is more subdued and professional. He is wearing a gray suit and white shirt, but his tie matches Luz’s dress. “Normally, I keep my private business private and my mates rarely meet visiting Alpha’s but this is an exception, the future Alpha of Alpha’s and her mate! Have you decided on a title for yourself?” Franco beams.

Her opinions, at three months, are already pronounced. She likes being held upright against a shoulder. She hates the swing, which was expensive and is now decorative. She loves bath time with a joy that seems disproportionate to the experience of being gently bathed in warm water. She hates diaper changes with an equal and opposite conviction. She tracks faces with her eyes and has been smiling for two weeks now, real smiles, not gas, and the first time she aimed one at Dominic he stood very still for a full three seconds before saying quietly, "She smiled at me," which was the most undone I've ever seen him. James calls every Thursday. He's unfailingly cheerful about it and unfailingly cle

In my mind, Laura pushed through the crowd with her beautiful smile. She seemed so carefree. And from the simple image, I was able to feel her warmth, her calming presence. Slowly, I couldn’t help but let a smile crept up on my face. “Hm, a smile from the young prince,” James taunted once again as he put his hands behind him. He asked, “Can it be that you are finally seeing the joke that you’re making out of yourself?”

Alessio Franco chuckles as the infuriating woman leaves the table without acknowledging me at all. She gave him a sweet smile and a thank you before leaving, completely ignoring me. But I’m not jealous! Why would I be jealous? I am angry, no, furious because she is ignoring me on purpose and showing it by giving my best friend that smile. “She will certainly test your patience, my brother!” Franco laughs and sticks a bacon in his mouth. I only growl at him as my eyes follow her out of the dining hall.

- James spoke. As Rican licked his lips, a sly smile crept onto his face. ............. To be continued.

Smith jumped hearing him. “What was what?” Francois asked amused seeing him so panicked. “I hear something like an animal!” and Mr Smith starts to look around Max’s modern office. “Ohhh..” Francois says laughing. “That should be my phone ring!” and he takes off his phone and he mimics like he is playing on it and growls without opening his mouth. “See?” and he just smiles as if it was nothing. “It’s just a ringtone for my messages.” “Holy shit! It sounded so real!” Mr. Smith said but Francois just looks at Max and moves his head in a disapproving way.