My Smile Was Taken Long Ago Novels & Stories

Why wouldn't she just return to him? Her smile haunted him. He still remembered every detail of it. No matter how dark his day was, it took a single smile from her to brighten it. Her laugh was like music to his ears. Her voice, ever so gentle and angelic. Her touch, a phantom of warmth which could heal his every wound. Her unspoken words which conveyed thousands of emotions he'd pretended to be oblivious of. He missed her terribly. All of her. The old adage echoed; You don't know what you have until you lose it. He had taken her for granted. He treated her worse than a master would treat his slave. Now, the silence was deafening. Life without Zynah felt like an empty canvas, devoid of color

"Why just smile, honey? Are you imagining how to be. . . ow " Irawan then stroked his arm which was pinched by Saskia. He smiled then kissed the face of Saskia who looked at him without paying attention to the gazes of all the guests. Why are you always teasing me? I'm ashamed to hear your request. Just imagine me not yet, let alone ... "

A smile flickered across Mina’s face as she considered my question. A glimpse at her teeth had me running my tongue across mine. Neither of us had fangs just now. “Heavens, no.” Mina shattered my hopes of finding someone with similar problems, but whatever it was I could do for her daughter, I would still do it. She continued, and I hung on every word. “That was a long time ago. She’s long past, that one. Beautiful girl, though.”

Something warm and involuntary, the specific expression of someone who has been surprised into a feeling they were not performing, the best kind of smile because it arrived before the person decided to have it. She could not stop it, I smiled too. I could not stop that either. We sat on the steps outside the official building in the lamplight, both of us smiling at the same time, which was something I could not remember the last time it had happened. Eight months possibly. Maybe longer.

"How's today treating you?" "Can't complain," I said, stretching my mouth into the smile I had perfected over years of practice. Wide enough to look genuine. Relaxed enough to invite no follow-up questions. Nobody had ever looked at that smile and seen through it, which was either a comfort or the loneliest thing I knew.

she said. "I would have argued with you," I said. "There is a difference." "Yes," she said, and for the first time since she had walked into the south room, the corner of her mouth moved in something that was unmistakably a smile and unmistakably mine. I had made that exact expression in mirrors for twenty-two years and had not known where it came from, and seeing it on her face now knocked the breath out of me in a way I was absolutely not going to acknowledge in front of her. Not today. Today I had a limit and I was already past it.

My eyes fell on Daniel, who kept his fist at his mouth to muffle his laugh. Nash shook his head in disappointment at Daniel and turned after shooting me a dead glare. "You're smiling," Daniel whispered in my ear. I looked at him and touched my cheek. I was stunned as I realized he was right. I was smiling. My parents had been gone for so long, and ever since their death, smiles had become strangers to me. It felt strange to realize I was smiling. "Annoying him is fun," I muttered and walked behind Nash without waiting for him.

"Stop smiling like that." I laughed and looked up. The pack's witch doctor sat across from me with an amused expression. "What?" "That smile."She smirked. "You're thinking about the Alpha." Heat rushed to my cheeks. "No, I'm not." "Child, I'm old, not blind." I laughed softly. "Fine maybe I was." She chuckled before her expression became serious. Immediately, my smile disappeared. "What is it?" The older woman sighed. "Do you know how long you've been here?"

And for the first time in a long while— I walked away smiling.

Should I say that he was my fuckmate whom I had known years ago and that I needed him to help me with the kidnapped body of a dead girl which was lying obviously uncomfortable in the truck of my colleague's car? “ Good evening dear”, I said to the middle aged woman, putting on my “ I am a nice person” smile. It was my infectious smile, one that used to always get people to do things for me, things that they would probably not do for other people, and I was hoping that the smile would have the same effect on the lady. To cut the long story short, it didn't. Try as I may. “ How can I help you?” She said, looking at me for three seconds before turning to what she was typing in the computer, her