Katara Smiling Novels & Stories

“Well, good,” Katerina says with a smile. “Did you deal with our problem?” “It’s being handled.” “So, you are taking the day off too?” “I don’t take days off…” “Yet, I don’t see you working at the moment, señor,” she winks at me. She fucking winks and, god, I am so screwed. My eyes linger on her face, drinking in the way she lits up from within, how that smile of hers only spreads, my heart beating like crazy in my chest.

“Or spirits. And stuff like that?” Katrina stared blankly at him for a couple seconds before realization dawned on her face. She opened her mouth to reply, but quickly closed it again. Her expression shifted from confusion, to shock, to incredulity, and finally, finally to laughter. Tyler raised an eyebrow at her, confused. Why was she laughing? Did he say something weird? What was wrong with her? She looked… Oh. She was smiling at him. He couldn’t help but chuckle lightly too.

With a slightly chubby yet welcoming figure, Kate carried herself with effortless confidence. What truly captivated those around her was Kate's infectious smile, a beaming expression that could light up the darkest room. Her face held dimples on both sides, adding to her undeniable charisma. Her laugh was infectious, resonating like music that lifted the spirits of everyone lucky enough to hear it. Despite her casual demeanour, Kate had an air of wisdom and experience about her. Her warm and approachable nature made it easy for strangers to strike up conversations, and her Texan accent added a unique charm to her personality. She exuded a genuine kindness that drew people to her effortlessly

Kenna says. Her smile is anything but kind.

It was hard even just to breathe. Kara smiled back at me, and there was something about her smile that made me feel… a little better. It was a genuine smile. The kind of smile that could warm a person’s heart. And as shitty as I was feeling right now, this particular moment wasn't so bad. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Gracy answer her without any hesitation. I am also getting thrown out then, yay! I am attending Harvard then. Katarina smiled inwardly. ***

I replied, pinching her cheek lightly. She looked at me sadly, a small pout on her face. I think she needed therapy, fuck if Del wasn’t in the state she is, she would have been the perfect person for Kataleya to talk to. Having studied to go into this very field. The trauma of the events still haunted Kataleya and it fucking killed to see her smile was gone. She had gone from the happiest child around, one who would smile constantly to the quietest… Sparks rippled through me and I looked up, greeted by the view of the underside to Kiara’s breasts. Well, that’s one fucking view I loved. She crouched down next to us, a gorgeous smile on her face as she held her arms out to Kat.

he says and I feel I almost purr in response. The guy looks like a warm summer’s day, with his tanned skin and golden hair, blue eyes like the ocean. I shake my head, realising have been mute as I just stand there staring once again. Jeez, he'll think I've never laid eyes on a man before. As I extend my hand in the most formal greeting, a smile spreads across my face, and I shake my head playfully. “I’m Kara,” his smile broadens and shakes my hand. I feel giddy as his warm skin touches mine. Katie is practically salivating by my side. She needs to calm down.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

Eleanor answered, putting on the best smile that she could muster, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Not at all, mother” Katerina answered coldly. Eleanor and Timur shared a glance, and I could swear that Eleanor shook her head before smiling as she looked at her empty plate. “Katerina, did you make these?” Damien asked, breaking the sudden eerie silence that filled the room. “Yes, love, I did” Katerina said, smiling at her little brother “do you like them?” “I love them!” Katerina’s smile widened as her body relaxed somehow, something that I could tell she was now forcing herself to do. However, her response was what bothered me, stirring a number of questions in my mind as I looked at h