Piccolo Smiling Novels & Stories

It was cute but so damn stressful when they acted like toddlers high on sugar. "Mega fancy. So, Whaddya say?" Jazz hands in check with his killer smile, Aurelio twirled around playfully and effectively erased some of my worries. Even if it was for the smallest bit of a second, being in Aurelio's présence was like a soothing, warm ray of sunshine that brightened whenever he smiled. My lips tugged up, for a moment but then, I froze. Unmoving and feigning hesitancy watching the tall sunshine boy squirm and plead with his eyes. "Dress up it is."

Scarlett smiled in victory, she had known her husband would listen to her, she turned her back and walked back to the dining room feeling proud of herself, she was clueless that once she was out of the sight, he went back to his daughter and said in a very low voice that almost sounded like a whisper. "Don't worry princess, daddy will buy you some chocolate ice cream later, okay?" In an instant, her frown turned into a bright smile, she showed her array of tiny teeth, letting out a giggle before hugging him tightly, her body was tiny in comparison to his, which made the whole situation even more adorable. She thanked him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before running inside the house

I could hear the smirk in his voice. “I love you.” “I love you too, Piccolo. See you at the altar.” “It’s a date…again,” I stated before hanging up. “You two are so cute,” Erica stated, sliding into the limo before me. “Thanks,” I responded once I was in as well.

Coco was so cute and funny, especially with her reddened cheeks and hand movements, which reminded him of a squirrel. Coco froze when she saw the clear amusement reflected on his face. Lucas would usually wear a polite, small smile, but this time, his smile was genuine. "What?" Lucas asked, looking at the way she was staring at him blankly. "You have a beautiful smile," she complimented, her hand instinctively reaching out for his cheek. Coco had an urge to draw his smile at this moment. She wanted to use her eyes to record his genuine smile; he could melt glaciers with that smile.

"Well, don't..." She smiled sweetly and opened her clenched fists together. "Smile..." Thomas looked at Little Pearl, whose eyebrows were curved like crescent moons. He smiled and touched her hair. "No wonder Jessica said that your smile is very effective." But if only she didn't cry so much. Jessica said that when the girl smiled, she was an angel, and when she cried, she was a little devil. The little girl smiled, with two shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth and a pair of big shining eyes. She was cute and cute.

he said happily like a kid. "Ohh, who could that be." Primo said with a gigle which made the stranger blush a little. 'Is it normal for guys to be this cute when they giggle? Wait, do guys actually giggle?' he's rumbling in his mind. "You may not believe, but my friend was the top model." Primo was froze in track when he's about to shove the food in his mouth. He look at the person and ask. "Really?" "Yup. Haven't you meet him yet?"

I wondered though what made him so sad. "1096, you will soon go to a nice place." He told me as he flashed me a smile. However, with an advance intelligence like mine, I could tell that his smile was not real base on the muscle movement around his facial tissue as well as the amount of energy he exerted just to sport that smiling face. Besides, a simpered smile only required six muscles to move; which was relatively less compared to a real smile because a real one would require a minimum of ten muscles to move. In which not only the upper lip and corners of the mouth were lifted, but also a few muscles within the eye corner would have to be moved. However, despite knowing all of that, I dec

Gods… If I’m to die now, please let him be my utopia. High cheekbones, chiseled jaw, and a clean-shaven face, pleasantly plump lips that beg to be kissed, petite nose and lush raven black hair just begging to be touched. He obviously stood about 6 '2 maybe 6' 3 while wearing a crisp white dress shirt and tailored blue slacks, his suit jacket slung over his shoulder, his very broad shoulders as the shirt clung to his well-defined chest. Yum! I think all the while drooling. “Don’t worry about it Piccolo (Little One)” chuckles the man. Amused by expression and the little bit of drool that was escaping. Fuck! Even his voice sounds drop dead sexy! Please somebody pinch me, before I orgasm right h

However, no matter how much I pretended to be clueless, the sickening fact still came to mind: Piccolo Monster’s cock grazed my thighs. Before I could break down, his hands held my chin. He raised it, giving me the torture of meeting his eyes. I'd long realized there was nothing innocent about the color: blue. Piccolo Maestro had made me detest it. His fingers slid down to my collar bones. They traced the region before meeting the hem of my gown. Then, his eyes flashed at me. An insane mix of fire and ice shone in them. His hands swept up to my shoulders and he leaned, his minty breath washing my face. Surprise and terror made me quake.

Nicole smirked. "Deal"