Little Smiles Of Oc Novels & Stories

Why don't I enrol myself in some communicating classes? It's declared, Arielle Summers meaning me, is the most awkward girl in the world. I decided to spare a glance at Mr Arnold and I had to double-check because he had the facial expression which you get when you curl your lips upwards. Mr Nicolas freaking Arnold was f*cking smiling. Two cute dimples popped on either side of his face and I found myself admiring them. "Are you smiling?" I can't believe it. He chuckled, his grin still plastered on his face.

Suddenly, they closed their eyes and breathed in deeply, a sly smile crept on both of their faces, showing off their dimples. “You smell like roses,” Mumbled Oscar as he opened his eyes staring down at me. “And lilac” Chimed in Oliver. “Did you always smell so good, Brat?” I don’t know why that nickname made me smirk, or suddenly make me flustered. My cheeks turned red and I felt myself tingle and wet my panties. “I.. uh... I’m sorry.” I replied as I bent down to pick up my things.

She also learnt to control her diet, abandoning her old habits. In the afternoon, an image consultant arrived to teach her how to speak, walk, and even smile. “Your smile is too sincere. If you want to keep people from guessing your heart, practise your cold smile. A smile that can make others feel intimidated.” Olivia stood before the mirror, trying. At first it felt awkward, but gradually she found the rhythm. Her smile changed—not fragile anymore, but mysterious. A smile that could both captivate and terrify. Oscar, watching from the chair, merely smiled with satisfaction.

She looks like it. Michelle stifled her laughter, glancing at Olivia's peaceful face. If only they knew, she thought, gently smoothing Olivia’s hair. More messages flooded in, packed with emojis, happy faces, and offers to babysit the "future rulers of the world." Michelle felt incredibly happy. Her team was more than just coworkers; they were friends and family. Smiling, she quickly typed back, Michelle: Love you all. Couldn't have done this without you. A cascade of heart emojis followed.

Perfect. “Aha. Found them.” I turn to him, smiling. “These suit her routine. Comfortable but still stylish.” Nico studies them for a moment. Then, his lips curve into a smile. A real smile. Not the usual smirk, not the dark, mocking curl of his mouth. A warm one. I’ll give a million dollars just to have him smile this way around me all the time. “These are beautiful,” he says, taking the flats from me, inspecting them closely. His smile widens a little, soft and genuine. When he lifts his gaze, his eyes meet mine. “She’ll love them. Thank you. Really.”

Not the tiny almost-smirks she occasionally caught. Not faint amusement. ⸻ A real smile. ⸻ Small. Brief. But real. ⸻ Amara froze instantly. ⸻ Oh no. ⸻ That was unfairly attractive. ⸻ Lucian noticed her staring immediately. Of course he did. ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “You smiled.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ “That’s illegal.” ⸻ A low sound escaped him. Almost a laugh.

ARTEMY Rebecca's eyes were captivated by the breathtaking beauty before her, but all I could see was her. The sight of her small yet sweet smile illuminated her entire face, radiating excitement and pure happiness. Her vibrant green eyes shimmered with joy, her cheeks tinged with a gentle flush. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, completely mesmerized by her beauty in that moment.

“I believe that is an apt description. I’ll take it.” Her pretty smile reached her eyes, crinkling just a little at the corners. I liked that she was a pretty smiler. So many of the women I dated had this idea that smiling caused wrinkles. They would offer weird lip movements instead. I liked genuine people. “Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves,” she commented. I nodded. “I agree.” “Ah, you are a man of few words.” “I thought I was a prickly cactus?” She giggled, sounding very young. “Yes, yes, you are.”

I beamed at him, feeling a unforeseen rush of gratefulness. A smile played on Oliver's lips, making my heart skip a beat. He really was cute. As if caught up in the moment, he joined in my horselaugh. It was an contagious sound, and I set up myself smiling indeed wider. " You know," Oliver said with a eyeblink in his eye," you have a magnific smile." My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, turning as red as a peony in full bloom. His compliment made my heart race. I prevented my aspect , feeling a rush of

I sit down and use the time to take off my shoes and try to get rid of the water I collected on the run in here. I sit for a few minutes, using napkins to dry off my legs and feet, and do the best I can to wipe out my shoes when he appears in front of me with a loaded tray and slides it down between us. He sits on the chair opposite me with a smile. That gentle Arrick smile, not a full Jake Hollywood special, but still a sexy ‘I’m hot and it’s effortless’ kind of smile. I never noticed before just how much his dimples appear when he smiles this way. How much softer his face is, compared to Jake’s harsher angles and lines and stubbly face.