Piccolo Smiling Novels & Stories

He is approximately 6'2 if not taller. His grey eyes gazing down into my green ones, amusement and anticipation dancing in them as he waited patiently for me to say something, anything. But I can't seem to get the words out of my mouth when I feel compelled by his eyes. I feel like the best thing to do right now is to keep looking into those eyes until these are the only ones I can remember. "You are staring, piccolo vulcano." He stated with a tiny smirk resting devilishly on his face. I rolled my eyes even though I was totally doing that but damn it if I would ever admit it.

All they will ever see shall be the happy and carefree me. That's right! HAHAHA! I will smile. I will hide behind a smile. I will hide behind my laughter. And let me... Let me keep the darkness to myself... HAHAHAHAHA! "Maru..." Tiny Slim called again after he saw his friend laugh out loud all of a sudden. He was finally alarmed by the disturbing changes of emotions that his friend enacted before him. But something changed again before he could touch Maru’s body. From his crying form in the wet soil, Maru stood up as if nothing happened and smiled a beautiful one.

is followed by more flashes and clicking. “Smile Lola” I bare my teeth "Place a hand on Niko's- yes just like that," My smile widens when Niko goes ridge behind me. “Now lean closer, too close, tuck your chin down a bit, yes!” And the orders keep flying, cameras clicking and lights flashing.

“Come here, piccolo. Let me see this miracle.” Renzo hesitated only a second before stepping forward, a shy smile breaking across his face as Maria hugged him and cooed in Italian. He giggled when she planted kisses on his cheeks, the sound light and happy. Lorenzo stood a few feet away, watching the scene with soft eyes and a rare, gentle expression.

Perfect. “Aha. Found them.” I turn to him, smiling. “These suit her routine. Comfortable but still stylish.” Nico studies them for a moment. Then, his lips curve into a smile. A real smile. Not the usual smirk, not the dark, mocking curl of his mouth. A warm one. I’ll give a million dollars just to have him smile this way around me all the time. “These are beautiful,” he says, taking the flats from me, inspecting them closely. His smile widens a little, soft and genuine. When he lifts his gaze, his eyes meet mine. “She’ll love them. Thank you. Really.”

Then across me. Finally, she smiled. A very small smile. "What exactly is going on here?"

She delicately places it upon my head fiddling around with my hair. "Thank you little one." I smile at her. A genuine smile, she made me content. This little gesture brought peace to my heart. My smile disappears to the sound of a click from a camera. I look to the side, Ragon with his phone pointing at me, mouth open and Deimos by his side, just staring at me with some sort of yearning. I bow my head down, a fervent blush creeping up my cheeks.

Dice was the perfect man for it, with his large, powerful hands, I knew I was going to get such a relief. I kept checking the time throughout the day; I could not stop smiling either. I only managed to snap out of it a little when Louis spoke, "Who has you smiling like that?" And then Pablo added, "Is he on A****n? I need to get myself one. The men in my life only give me headaches." I chuckled, then responded, "I'm not smiling because of anyone, you guys. Snap out of it." I snapped my middle finger and thumb in their direction but they still had those suspicious looks on their faces.

I was just laughing while Kola stood at my back with a small smile. The picture was so beautiful. It gave a harmonious feeling. I bit my lower lip as I blushed slightly. We both did look like a couple in the picture. He had put a simple caption but those words sent my heart slamming against my chest. "Happy matric milady❤💐" Three words, two emojis. The second was a picture of Atinuke and I and then a general picture. I smiled as I saved the pictures. "Why are you smiling?" My dad asked.

“Please, let me go. I’ll do anything—money, a car, whatever you want. My mom’s going to be worried—” He laughed. Not a normal laugh, either. It was low and hollow, the kind of sound that made your stomach drop. “Your mom?” he said, his voice laced with mockery. “Worried?” I froze as his laughter grew louder, crueler, until it felt like he was laughing at my entire existence. “Please,” I whispered again, my voice cracking. Mario stepped closer, his expression darkening. “You really think anyone’s coming for you?” His voice dropped to a murmur. “You’re so naive, Piccola.”