Order Of The Smile Novels & Stories

Jordy immediately regretted continuing this conversation. “You know what I mean.” A small smile appeared on Lucas’s face suddenly. Tiny. But real. Jordy blinked. “There,” he said immediately. Lucas frowned slightly. “What?” “You smiled.” Lucas looked confused. Jordy leaned forward slightly. “You rarely smile.” Lucas looked away almost immediately. “You should smile more,” Jordy continued before thinking properly. “You actually have a beautiful smile.” The second the words left his mouth, Jordy internally screamed.

" 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,

Don't show even a flicker of uncertainty. Instead, I smile. The smile of a predator who's just spotted wounded prey. The smile of someone who knows exactly how this game will end.

, he asked. Immediately after he asked, my stomach growled in response before I could say anything, and that made Alexander smile. It was not a smirk, a mocking smile, a sinister smile, or an I-know-it-all smile. It was a genuine, heartwarming smile. He found my stomach growl funny, while I found it embarrassing. The smile faded in less than fifteen seconds, but at least there was progress. He had not held back from smiling, trying to press his lips together even when they tried to curl up, like he had done before. He did not maintain a straight and expressionless face like he normally did, or smirk like he was my evil superior who found more ways to demean me. So, yes, I liked that he smile

"If I may ask, what's your name?" Gosh, he talks a lot. Having had enough of him I stand up gathering my things and look for somewhere else to seat. I hear footsteps behind me. Quickly I turn around and slam! I thought I hit a wall but no, it was that stupid annoying boy that wouldn't let me be. For the first time since our conversation, I have a proper look at his face. "Hi," he smiles at me rubbing slow circles up and down my arms steadying me. His smile makes me want to, smile. Is that even possible?.

Jones muffled, chuckling intermittently. He let out a smile again flashing his tobacco stained teeth(I really messed up in his storyline). I let a small chuckle as his smile reminded me of an emoji, the emoji's smile had all 36s showing in a funny manner. P.S: let's be reminded that the colour of his teeth and that of the cute smiley emoji can in no way,come into mind at this comparison, that subject is significantly abrogated from this context as we limelight the focus; the similarity between both smiles.

“You smile at everyone.” “YES. BECAUSE. I. AM. FRIENDLY.” “Be less friendly.” “NO???” His eye twitches. “I don’t like it.” “WHY?” He pauses. And for the FIRST TIME in twenty chapters… He hesitates. Then— “Because your smile isn’t… ordinary.” I freeze. He looks away quickly. “Forget it.” “NO. NO, SAY IT.” “It doesn’t matter.” “ETHAN.” He sighs. Long.

The occupants of table four were two girls and trust me they look like fucking brats. “Good morning, pretty ladies. Welcome to Dine&Smile. I'm here to take your order,” I made sure my tone was extremely polite with a smile playing constantly on my face. “We'll take two burgers and a cup of mocha,” The other who was less engrossed in her phone replied. “Roger that!” I smiled once more and then went back to the kitchen. Their orders were prepared shortly due to how swift our cook is.

Only unanswered questions lingered in Smiles's head, leaving her hanging in space, in the world of questions. Trying to calm herself down, she saw them, Mark and Xena. Walking towards her, it's like a test on her self-control. Watching them with the malicious smile on Xena's face was no good sign but her being Smiles, the only last one of her kind, she could only brave up herself, putting in a straight and happy face.

Celeste The moment the darkness swallowed her vision, I smiled—not the soft, polite smile I wore when pretending to be loyal, not the careful servant’s smile meant to earn trust—but something older, deeper, carved from years of waiting and swallowing humiliation. It spread slowly across my lips, deliberate and unhurried, the kind of smile that only comes when something long desired finally begins to unfold exactly as planned. I watched her carefully, savoring the delay between the magic taking hold and her mind catching up to what had just happened. That tiny pause… that fragile second before panic… it was exquisite.