Playful Smile Novels & Stories

“Wait—what do you mean by that? Did you think I was bad before?” Emily smirked. “Well… I heard some things.” “Oh no,” he said, feigning offense. “What things?” She leaned in slightly, teasing. “That you’re a playboy. Too many girlfriends left and right. You change them like you change your shirts.” Justin laughed, but his eyes lingered on her face… on the way her smile made her eyes crinkle into narrow crescents. It was the kind of smile that made people feel at ease. The kind that made him want to keep looking.

"It would be rude not to attend." A smile appeared on her face as she said this last part, but it didn't reach her eyes. I'd learned to read Clara's smiles over the years, to distinguish between the real ones and the performative ones. This was definitely the latter. A social smile, the kind she used when trying to convince someone to do something they didn't want to do.

I can't breathe. A hidden platform beneath the stage slowly lifts her up, like a corpse rising from the dead. And when she sees me, she smiles. Shit. That smile. It’s not just any smile; it’s the kind that takes your breath away, leaving you frozen in place. Her lips curve upward in a way that feels both intimate and electrifying, like a secret only we share. It’s a smile that reaches her eyes, making them sparkle with a mischievous glint, as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

He just looked at me like I had said him to jump off the cliff. "Haan???" Stunned he asked again. "Smile.It will relax your muscles.Will erase the huge crease between your eyebrows.Just smile" "I can't" he said fiddling with his fingers on his lap. "Oh comeon.Its so easy just look at me" I made a huge smily face "This" then made a goofy grin "This" Then I put my fingers on both corners of mouth stretching them. His mouth slightly twitched upwards. Omg !! Two big events are going to happen

George smiled. The specific, small, completely genuine smile that she had catalogued as her favorite version of all his expressions — the smile that arrived when he was neither performing for an audience nor managing a situation, when he was simply finding something worth smiling about. "She's not going to tell you," he said. "She's going to show you." Julia looked at her daughter. Luna looked back. And smiled. Not the newborn reflexive expression — the specific, genuine, intentional smile of someone who has identified the person they are communicating with and is communicating something specific.

As I scrolled downward, I realized in all his youth pictures, he wore a big smile on his face, something I had never seen on him. His eyes sparkled with delight, shining like two stars in the midnight sky. His mouth was contorted in a wide, genuine grin that stretched from ear to ear. His teeth gleamed bright white, surrounded by rosy lips that were pulled slightly wider at either end. His cheeks were crinkled with delight, and his eyebrows were raised in a playful expression. It was as if he had just heard the world's funniest joke and couldn't contain his joy. Every aspect of his face radiated pure happiness, making me Wonder how he turned so cold looking.

Constanz nods, but I know she's not happy with my answer. “I don't want to be a killjoy, but I don't think you're going to have fun with him tonight. Wolfgang is so bitter, and he never smiles." I smile with amusement. "Says the psychologist who thinks love is a waste of time?"I make fun of her. “Smiling is a powerful emotional tool,” she replies. "A tool Wolfgang doesn't know about." I'm sure that, in the mafia, the smile is not the most useful tool.

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

I said. That made her laugh. It was a beautiful laugh. It was not a laugh. The sound of her laugh made me happy. It made me feel good. I would do anything to hear her laugh again. I looked at her stomach. She caught me looking. "Don’t look at me like that " she said. I smiled. "What are you talking about?" I said. "You are smiling " she said. "I do smile " I said. "No you smirk " she said. "Smiling is different " she said.

"Clause, is that smile your happiest smile?" That's right, for the past half month like that person's shadow, you've always wanted to ask why you have to forcefully smile when you don't want to? Maybe he smiles beautifully, but to him, that smile is really ugly and very heavy, every time he sees it, he feels his heart throbbing again. Can you make him smile the happiest? "Aren't you going home?" "I'll be right there." The smiling Clause also stopped walking fast. Now it understands what he means, having friends to play with is not too bad!