Peace Begins With Smile Novels & Stories

My mother in the sun. "Yes," I say. "It could." Paz smiles. Not the disciplined managed smile of someone who has been angry for a long time and is careful with hope. A real one. Which you don't have to look twice to recognize. The smile of someone who has finally found the shape of the thing she has been building toward. And my daughter, across the apartment in Elena's arms, makes the sound. The one that is almost the word. And then it is the word. Again.

Her smile remained, though I noticed the slight narrowing of her eyes. She understood there was more beneath my words. Good. "I'll do my best to maintain that peace," she replied. "I hope so." I stepped a little closer. "Peace is a delicate thing, Luna. It takes years to build and only one careless mistake to destroy." She looked at me carefully. "I've always believed that." "I'm relieved." I smiled. "Then you'll understand why some people shouldn't reach for things that were never meant for them." For the first time, her smile faded.

Like a slate that had finally been scraped down to the hard stone beneath, free of the debts and the fear that had dictated her every move for the past year. "Just processing the noise," she said softly, turning her head to look across the center console at me. A faint, genuine smile touched her lips, the first real expression of peace I’d seen on her beautiful face in months. "It's completely silent out here, Kane. No timers. No whistles. No spectators checking the scoreboard to see who's winning or losing."

To prepare me for life in the Moretti underworld, my boyfriend, Adrian Moretti, had his childhood friend, Chloe Marino, arrange a robbery drill for me every month. At first, they only stole my phone. Then came a knife in a parking garage, followed by someone tailing me late at night. Once I even opened my eyes in the middle of the night to find a masked man sitting on the edge of my bed with a gun pressed to my forehead. Afterward, Adrian told me, "Evelyn, if this is enough to scare you, you're only going to hold me back." Today was the twelfth time. A bullet grazed my ear and buried itself in the wall. Blood ran down the side of my face. I fell to the ground while Chloe stood at the curb, l

Finally, she broke, and a small smile appeared, exactly the smile I'd been aiming for. I pointed at her face. "That's the smile." Mom rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling, and for the first time all evening, the war paused. I spread my hands dramatically. "See? That's exactly the expression the world deserves to see, not all this frowning and plotting." "Reed." "No, seriously, keep smiling, don't let all those gossip monsters steal your happiness." She snorted, for a second, she almost looked amused..I took that as my cue to escape, so, I turned and started toward the stairs.

I said without fear. Elaine smiled. It was a small, weary smile, but a real one. A smile that warmed my soul in a way I couldn’t quite put into words. In that moment, I knew I would burn the whole world to protect that special smile. We walked for a few more hours, slowly, with the calm that only a sense of security can bring. With no other goal than to find peace.

I mean at least she got some things done. She turned towards me and apologized. I accepted her apology... I mean she looked cute and I can't get into a fight with her...at least in front of this manager. I gave a head pat. Her hair was soft........silky and the smile she gave was adorable. She was the second person who has a good smile other than Martin. Martin's smile was what relaxes me from the tension and now her smile is making me feel at ease. Her small smile is reminding me of the half-moon I once used to love. Her smile was relieving the stress. It gave me a pleasant feeling........... Her smile made me calm........ it made my mind feel calm that I have been longing and yearning for.

She had not had time to grab a bicycle, suddenly She heard a greeting "Assalamualaikum " Sazkia’s fear came back when she saw the greeter this morning. Her heart almost let go, the breath that was already gasping, seemed to have stopped. The boy who was in front of her smiled and made Sazkia have to back away. She is very close to the person who called her last night. "Assalamualaikum" "Wa-waalaikumsalam, sir" "What do you call me? Sir? Oh my God. "

“Peace is the beauty of life. It is sunshine. It is the smile of a child, the love of a mother, the joy of a father, the togetherness of a family. It is the advancement of man, the victory of just cause, the triumph of truth.” ~Menacheim Begin 6:20 pm

The door creaked open slowly as Caleb stepped into the apartment, his body visibly drained, but his face… His face was radiant. A soft smile stretched across his lips, not the smirk he wore when bluffing through a business meeting or the polite curve he gave Adrian or Crystal. No. This was different. This smile held life. Emotion. Hope.