Piccolo Smiling Novels & Stories

Mcmaster snarled with anger, the wrath flashing inside him was visible through his eyes. Instantly all got silent and after taking a glance at all of them, Mr.Mcmaster turned to his younger son. "E tu ** stai indicando Piccolo ** .... esci ... adesso .. ( And you ** Pointing at Piccolo **.... get out...right now..)" Mr.Mcmaster commanded Piccolo to leave the room that surprised everyone presented in the room. Mrs.Mcmaster tried to protest but got shut by his husband. Piccolo stared at Imogen before leaving the room. There was a pain in both brother's eyes perfectly masked with arrogance.

I back away first to hastily wipe off the reddish stain on his beautiful lips. Dominico feigns another smile and turns away from me when his best friend gives him a congratulatory hug. I think my heart's tired from overworking itself all morning. All night. But I can't help but giggle when Alfeo starts clapping like we just conquered Mount Everest, his face already pink, his grin flaunting his probably ludicrously expensive veneers. Poker-faced beside the church organ, Fico looks so done with everything. Paolo stands about ten feet away, grinning and clapping along while Alfeo whistles.

"Wipe that smile off your face, sis, it's getting embarrassing the way you keep smiling when no one's talking to you, sheesh!" I glanced at Chito but I could see the corners of his lips were turned up. "Is that right? Instead of staring at my face, why don't you concentrate on your phone hmm? Isn't that what you teenagers do?" Chito's face widened with a sunny smile. "Say cheese!" He lifted his phone in the air and before I had the chance to say no, he had taken a snapshot of us.

He is mafia, damn it, stay away from him. She squeezed some facewash on her palm and washed her face. Her fingers once again stroked her cheeks, and she was thrown back to the moment when Vincenzo graced her cheeks with his lips. 'What does Piccolo mean?...' She thought. Quickly wrapping a towel around her body, she went outside and took her mobile to G****e it. 'Piccolo fiore means little flower...' She furrowed her eyebrows, amused. 'Ohh, that's a cute name... But why did he call me that...'

And with a smile plastered on my lips I drift to sleep too. Not wanting to let this opportunity sleep in any cost. As I live into the moment again. Me and my Piccolo, sleeping in each other's arms like the world doesn't exist.

"You should be grateful. You would've been dead long ago if my face hadn't been ruined so suddenly." I looked at the madness in her eyes and listened to her speak of Adrian as if he were some flawless prize. I nearly started giggling. 'Perfect? Is she seriously calling him perfect? A violent drunk of a man who breaks me down day by day before waking up with his lips dripping with insincere apologies? Fine. If that is the perfection she wants, then she can have him.' Sienna glanced aside. Chester Middleton, who had been waiting nearby, stepped forward and placed the anesthesia mask over my mouth and nose.

Smiling. ---

“Is it that bad? It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. Sometimes, I have things I don’t want to talk about too. I just write them in my diary. “She speaks again, and I smile at the sweet child before reaching out to caress her cheek. “You’re wise beyond your years, you know that? “I question, and she smiles. “My mom used to say that. “She says with a tint of sadness, and I hate the sight of that emotion ruining the brightness in her eyes. “I’m sorry about your mother. “I say softly to her, and she smiles at me. That same bitter smile that she’s smiled at me for the second time today. In a bid to get her mind off her late mother, I speak again. “Tell me. What did you want to ask for P

His breath ghosts down my neck. “I can be fun… if you’d just stop being such a menace.” He drags me by the waist and, before I know it, we’re breezing into the metal four-cornered wall thing Madame Cherry had called an elevator—despite my protests. “I need to change—my clothes are in the locker room—” “No one’s going to see you out here, Piccolo. And I quite like you like this.” I turn scarlet, covering my chest, and he chuckles, walking me down a dim, narrow corridor as music blasts from the main club.

"Wow! Professor King, is this your little one? So adorable!!" "He's the spitting image of Mr. Guller, so... was Mr. Guller just as cute when he was a kid??" "Come on, the cuteness has to come from our Professor King!" "Hey, little buddy, how old are you now?" Smiley held up one finger and sweetly replied, "I'm Smiley. I'm three years old. Hi there, big brothers and sisters!" "Aw, what a charmer this little one is!"