Peace Begins With Smile Novels & Stories

Beatrice's eyes lit up, and she put on a smile with a touch of coyness, saying, "Sis, I've run out of living expenses. Can you lend me some money? I promise to pay you back next month." "I’ve got no money," I declined decisively. Beatrice blocked my way and raised her voice, "Sis, we're sisters by blood. I know you have three jobs and make a good amount of money. Can you lend me some? I promise I'll pay you back." Many students were present during the classroom break, and everyone was curious to see the conflict between siblings. Seeing all the attention, Beatrice became even more smug, puffing up her chest and looking at me with a triumphant expression.

I felt light not because I was floating, but because something had finally been lifted off me. And I couldn’t stop thinking about her smile. My mother’s smile. That quiet, knowing smile she wore when making tea, humming that old jazz tune, flicking my fingers away when I tried to steal sugar from the bowl. That smile that carried the kind of peace no one teaches, it’s just inborn. She was coming home. Alive. Fine. Healthy. No more machines, no more pain etched into her eyes, no more falling asleep wondering if she’d still be breathing the next day.

A small, genuine smile touched her lips. “I know.” She leaned in, rising on her toes, and pressed a soft kiss to my mouth. It was brief, gentle, and full of a promise of reconciliation that I greedily accepted. My heart, the cold stone in my chest, seemed to thaw just a little. Maybe we could get through this after all. She pulled back, her smile lingering for a moment. “I should let you have your peace.” she said, her voice soft again. “I'll see you back at the house.”

Always that same smile—like the world bent around him and he found it amusing. “We’ve not come to attack,” Adrian called, his voice clear and full of polished ease. “We are here to make peace.” My jaw tightened. I scanned my warriors’ faces. They were ready—alert, angry. The memory of Shadowfang still burned in their blood. I gave them a slow, deliberate nod. “Lower your weapons,” I said. “But hold your lines.” Blades dropped an inch, not an ounce of readiness lost. Then I stepped out alone. Adrian’s smile deepened, like he had already won something. He stretched out his hand to me.

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.

It was a declaration. A slow, grim smile touched my lips. I nodded. She was magnificent. “We say nothing,” I corrected her gently, my voice filled with a cold, hard resolve. I took the crumpled letter from her hand. “We don’t even give them the dignity of a reply.” I turned towards the fire. “We show them. We show them how peace truly works. By living our lives, by raising our son, by building our strength, all without their claws in any part of it.”

he asked, his voice a blend of wonder and uncertainty. Donavon’s stern features softened as he knelt to meet the child’s gaze. “My little one,” he said kindly, “peace isn’t something that comes easily—it must be nurtured every day. But as long as we care for one another and hold on to hope, peace will always find a way.” The cub’s face brightened at those words, and he scampered back to join his playmates, leaving behind an echo of laughter that warmed the heart.

I retorted, half-laughing, half-serious. “Oh, I would trust me,” she said, smirking as she leaned back in her chair. “You know how they get about family issues.” A dramatic groan escaped me, and I pointed a finger at her. “I hate you!” With a soft smile, she blew me a playful kiss. “I love you too,” she replied, then turned back to her desk, leaving me to contemplate my next move as the tension in my chest began to ease. ***************** PRESENT DAY

Her gentle smile warms my heart from within. In the peaceful night, surrounded by the sound of the waves and the glistening stars, I make a silent promise to myself to protect this radiant smile on her face forever. She is a pure soul and deserves all the happiness in life. Suddenly, she pushes me with a mischievous glint in her eyes, causing me to fall back onto the soft sand. She lies above me, placing her head on my chest, and I embrace her with a contented smile on my face. This hug is so peaceful, and I can feel her heart beating against mine. We lose ourselves in each other’s arms; our eyes are closed. The water waves make our clothes wet, but we don’t care about it. When we are togeth

She smiled - Okay, I like that now. I said and smiled - How about white? The color of peace and purity and it also matches with golden, she said. I smiled and stole a lazy kiss from her. - Absolutely! I said and smiled again at her - How thoughtful. She said and smiled back