Ken Carson Smile Novels & Stories

She tries to open the door but to no avail, the sound of her laughter erupted throughout the room. "How do you feel doing this?" Asked Smiles, crossing her head over her chest. "Amazing!" Keane runs his hands through his hair, he looks like a demigod, his perfect abs and the water droplets are enough to make a girl fall on her knees but Smiles, but she didn't react. It was as if she was staring at nothing. "Keane, let me go!" Demands Smile, in a serious tone. Keane shrugs, " I don't think I'm stopping you, am I? You've got free hands and legs." He said nonchalantly.

“I’ll be sure to add it to the list of things you suddenly care about this week. Right after ‘my feelings’ and ‘basic human decency.’” His jaw tightens but he doesn’t respond, turning instead to greet the Morgans with that practiced smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. We fall into the rhythm we’ve perfected over months of this charade—smile, touch, laugh at appropriate moments, maintain the illusion of marital bliss while dying inside. I’ve never been so good at something I hate. “Mara, darling!” Caroline Smith materializes from the crowd, air-kissing both my cheeks with the enthusiasm of someone already three glasses deep. “You look absolutely stunning. That dress is Marchesa, isn’t it?”

Like…it was an actual smile, sitting on his face with an ease that I had not seen from him yet, like whatever was happening right now was genuinely amusing to him and he wasn't particularly trying to hide that. ‘Did Ken just smile at me?’ I looked at the gift bag in my locker. Then back at him. Then at the note still in my hand. I had absolutely no framework for this. ***** Prince Ken's POV The timing had been better than I had arranged for. I had gotten back to the school building with time still left in the break — enough, apparently, to be standing in the right place at the right moment when Liam Carson reached his locker and found what was waiting for him inside.

Carson said to Grace. Without asking too many questions, the woman sat in front of Carson with the table as a barrier between them. "I'm more comfortable talking face to face like this," said Grace seeing Carson's confused expression. Hearing the woman's explanation, Carson could only smile in understanding. "Okay, since you don't look very comfortable, I'll get straight to it," said Carson, pausing his words for a moment to see Grace smile with her sarcasm that was right on target. "This is about a photo that circulated a few days ago," continued Carson, and this time his expression turned serious.

"What do you say we take a break, find a movie and veg out for a bit? It's Saturday. We can't do anything about doctors or sorting out the next step until Monday. Let's just...chill. How's that sound?" "Okay," Carson whispered. She pulled away from him and wiped her face. "Sorry about-" "Don't worry about it." He took her hand in his again. "You have nothing to be sorry for." The corners of her mouth turned up slightly. It wasn't really a smile, but it was close enough. Maybe he'd coax a real one out of her by lunch. That should be his goal. To make her happy. Maybe even laugh. He tore his gaze away from her lips, but it was too late. The idea of what else he might do to that mouth was there

“The illness —hope you'd recovered completely?” “Not sure if it wouldn't come back again. I'm fine.” Corey noticed she was still restless. “Can you smile for me, Kayla? A real one this time,” he requested warmly. She looked at him, only the infectious smile on his face made hers to come real. ________

Caroline felt shy when complimented. "Come here; I want to take a picture of you. Donny should see this; he'll be happy." Shopia looked for an excuse to take a photo of Caroline in a good pose to show to Jared as she promised last night. As Caroline approached, she smiled sweetly at the camera. Her smile seemed so loose, no longer like a forced smile. "Sent," Shopia said after she played with her cell phone. Not long after, there was the clinking sound of a message.

She asked and then — Justin smiled A smile that turned into laughter. Adrian stood there, Shocked. It was his first time seeing Justin laugh. Adrian held Justin by his shoulders to clear his doubts. The smile lingered while Carolina was still cracking up on the floor. Carolina didn't see it The short and faint genuine smile of relief Adrian's face. He got up and left without a word "Where did you learn that?" Carolina asked, her voice still toned with laughter. Adrian sat in his study, leaned back in his chair thinking about that smile.

He asked her. “Yes.” She smiled and accessed him. “You look stunning.” Unbelievable! Carlos screams in his head as he looked down at himself. “All things one do for love.” He muttered and she raised her brow. “If you don’t like it then we can take them off and we can just stay indoor with you returning those outfits.” She told him with a frown. Carlos shook his head and forced a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “I like it.” He pulled her to himself and pinched her nose. “Now you should smile.” He told her and she flashed him a smile. “You look pretty.” He told her.

“Okay fine! But you should know I am terrible, very super mega terrible at acting. No one would believe that I like you.” "I know you could, Cairen, and just smile. Don't scowl and have those being-in-love eyes. That will do.” Oh, he was enjoying this. The amusement was on his face, that attractive annoying face. My face was scowling further. "Look at you, that's what I am telling you," he said, his smile widened. My heartbeat skipped when he bent cupping my face. "Smile, Cairen, smile to me."