Ni-ki Smile Novels & Stories

It was so cute ≧﹏≦ A rare smile showed on his face, that stunned Kim frozen. Her heart raced as she started to blush again. On the other hand, the three boys sneered and were even more convinced that Jake was seriously sick in the head by watching him act like this. However, just as one of them was about to open his mouth to mock him, Jake talked first. The smile was still on his lips, making him look extremely gentle and handsome, but the words coming out of his mouth sent shivers down all four people's spines.

Her head snapped to the right before she turned to me with a grin. "Look who's here," she mused. "Mommy!" Kiara's big round crimson eyes beamed at me. Her warm, innocent smile never failed to make my worries fade like dust. "Hi, sweetie!" I greeted her, wishing I could hold her close to my arms and smell her scent. "Mommy!" "Mommy!" Quickly after Kiara's appearance, Kaero and Kai's head popped up on the screen, blocking Nora's view of the camera and I giggle.

Especially since I have felt as if someone has been following me lately. “You will be surprised how many people are willing to tell me everything I want to know, just by smiling at them.” To prove his point, he flashed me a wide grin, showing his pearly white teeth. His smile wasn’t as impressive as Kierian’s, but it was still the kind of smile that I could believe he could get any girl to tell him what he wanted to know. I couldn’t deny that it was possible that maybe he wasn’t as bad as I thought he was. It could just be because of his smile though.

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.”

Nia looked at her best friend at the woman who knew everything about everyone and had spent six years being the person other people called when they needed someone to think clearly and was now sitting at a kitchen table trying to think clearly about herself. "What did you say," Nia said. Imara looked at her coffee. Then at Gerald. Then at Nia. "I said yes," she said simply. Nia smiled. "Obviously," she said. Imara pointed at her. "Do not make it a thing." "I am not making it anything." "You are smiling." "I am always smiling." "Not like that." Imara looked at her with the expression of someone who had spent six years reading Nia Calloway's face and knew every version of every smile in her re