Little Smiles Of Oc Novelas e Histórias

Behind them, Imani leaned back slowly, a smug smile dancing on her lips. The optics? Perfect.

Chapter 61: OLIVE's POV A small, satisfied, absolutely delighted smile that curved her lips like she'd just tasted something sweet. Then it was gone, replaced by a carefully constructed expression of concern, but I'd seen it. I'd fucking seen it. Why was she smiling? What did she have to do with this?

CHAPTER SEVEN Octavia POV I kept smiling foolishly, as the image of the weird guy back in the woods, kept replaying in my head. I just wished to see him again. His smiles, his grey eyes, his dimples, his perfect lips, just the image of it, makes me giggle foolishly.

" You don't smile a lot so I know real from fake," " But It's real!" I said, perplexed. That was a real one. " Maybe you just don't know my smiles as well as you think," I crossed my arms against my chest as he spoke so fondly of my smiles. " There's the victorious smile, but usually it's always a smirk. The one for Lucas, it's the excitement and most real one, and then, there's Wyatt's smile, the one from the heart, gentle and shy; cheeks burning, butterflies erupting in the belly and pure tenderness and admiration," he explained. Azriel's voice was freaking pure and amazing. Soothing to listen to,

Zayden responded with a smile. Degh! For the first time ever, Olivia felt so thrilled by someone's smile that she couldn't even blink. 'Why is this mobster so shiny?' Olivia thought. How could that eerie visage possess a smile as exquisite as the sea in the Maldives? The smile is as captivating as the world's most stunning waterfall. "Why do you have that expression?" asked Zayden. "Um? It's okay," Olivia replied, clearing her throat a few times and picking up her glass. She took a big gulp of her drink.

I stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"

With a smile. ____

I smirk. ##########

For Stephanie, that smile was a silent message amid the ordinary rhythm of office life. After this encounter, Stephanie felt as if time had slowed. She returned to her work, her heart beating in quiet celebration. She thought back to the smile over and over. It was a signal that spoke to her in a language beyond words. Even if it lasted only a moment, it made her believe that somewhere beneath his professional exterior lay a softer side.

How could I possibly smile? "Beep! Employee Claire Sullivan—smile curvature standard, expression sincere. Award: 10 positive energy points." "Beep! Employee Jack Steele—continuous smile for over one hour. Award: 20 positive energy points." The AI's chimes kept ringing, turning the whole office into some absurd, grotesque contest. And above my head, there was silence. … In the afternoon, Lucas appeared again in front of the giant screen to launch his daily commentary. "Look, everyone, most of you have adapted very well! Our office atmosphere is buzzing with enthusiasm!"