Novel Smiles Novels & Stories

Not forcing a smile. Not trying to survive the moment. Actually happy. The kind that settles softly in your chest and makes breathing feel easier. The kind that feels suspicious when your life has mostly been chaos. The kind that makes you wait for disaster because surely life doesn’t just hand out peaceful moments for free. I lifted the glass in front of me awkwardly, examining it. “What exactly is this?” I asked. Damian smiled lazily, leaning back in his chair like the whole world belonged to him. Honestly, maybe it did.

This man must be kidding me. I looked up and saw him smirking. That silly smirk. I cancelled Pookie and put "My Queen with a crown emoji." I returned his phone to him, and he smiled after seeing what I did. This man smiles way too much. We've wasted enough time arguing as it is. On a dinner date. We're one weird couple. The waiter came with the menu and gave it to me. I looked at him, and he said, "We're eating whatever you order." Oh no!! Talk about being a queen.

Before, picking a woman was the easiest of the jobs but with Irene here, my wolf seems to only want her, just her. “I got you something.” I say smoothly and when she snaps her eyes at me, those shimmering forest green eyes probe deep into me. For the past few days, she has been smiling with her sisters and at everybody, but why hasn’t she smiled at me? Not even for fucking once, every time she smiles at someone, it is like a dagger plunging deep inside me, how does she not know that her smile could light up a room, yet why is denying me that light? I am going to claim that smile she’s hiding from me, no matter what it takes.

Still reeling from the glove, Niall took a further blow when she turned slightly, and for the first time since he’d come to, he got a good clear look at her face. She was still the same not-quite-pretty Mary with the same ugly glasses, yet at the corner of her soft, full and untouched-looking mouth was a smudge ...a smudge of bright, brazen flame-red that could only be lipstick. She caught his look and her eyes twinkled behind her deceiving spectacles. She smiled, a new smile that wasn’t ‘Mary’ at all but was bold, moistly pouting and terrifyingly reminiscent of... A long supple finger rose and wiped away the incriminating smudge. She smiled again. The smile that melted Niall’s loins every t

In the dark confines of Sharon's expensive office, the ambiance was electric with smug satisfaction. Sharon leaned back in her chair, a smug smirk playing on her lips as she swirled the glass of red wine in her hand. Facing her, Eva sat perched on the edge of the desk, her legs crossed, an equally sinister grin carved across her face. Our little problem, Olivia, is finally out of the way," Sharon said, her voice dripping with malice. "I have to admit, the execution was

*Isabella* October, 1885 Acrid smoke singes my nostrils. My lids heavy, I blink, trying to open my eyes. Even as slits, they burn from the gray cloud all around me. Faint sizzling crackles in my ears. The fire is close, so near I can feel the lick of flames devouring the ends of my fur. The breeze carries shouts, screams, and howls of both the terrorized and the taunting variety. I struggle not only to regain my vision, but to remember what happened before the incessant pain that radiates up my left side sent me careening into darkness.

The lady answered. " Then what type of smile is a happy smile?" Holden couldn't help but ask. A smile creeped up the lady's lips on Holden's question. " Well I think a happy smile should be just like this; " The corners of your mouth turns up in a natural curve, you grin naturally and laugh like this" The lady answered demonstrating it. " Com'on, close your eyes and imagine what I am talking about" She said and Holden slowly closed his eyes. He suddenly could see himself in an unfamiliar place, which looked like a seashore. He was putting on white throughout and before him, was a lady putting on a white dress. He couldn't see her face clearly but only saw her lips which was creeped up in a w

She searched the room with her eyes once more before smiling coyly at him and accepting his invitation. Nate wondered why he never noticed how coy and fake that smile of hers was. It looked completely practiced. He remembered the innocence and genuine delight at being in his company Elise’s smiles contained under the moonlit sky at the way station. He remembered her smiles all too well and way too often to suit him. When he did, he lamented how the suffering that was forced upon her prevented that beautiful, genuine smile from lighting up the world around her.

); beautiful Bub, who —if all went as planned—would have a brother or sister within a few years’ time; their visits to see friends for birthday parties; babysitters; news rants; wives harping at their husbands for not putting away their tools— Emily clenched the shovel. Roared. She jumped, aiming for the zombie’s head but striking its shoulder instead, snapping the collarbone. It shot its glare at her, eyes glassy and black. They didn’t blink. Emily watched its skeleton contort beneath the drum-tight pull of its skin. It looked so frail; only it wasn’t. But worst of all was the way the muscles around its mouth had drawn back in a permanent smile, revealing all those elongated teeth.