Playful Smile Novels & Stories

She took the drink with a smile and takes a sip. He relaxed his hands in his pocket, and scoots closer to her, heaving a sigh. “Enjoying?” he asked. Her eyes follow his face. “I can’t say I am enjoying completely. But thanks for asking anyway.” “Why do you pretend to be fake when you aren’t? why smiling when you can’t smile from inside?”. “And who said I am not smiling from inside? You are wrong about it. I am not sad about anything. Not now anyway.” She drank the whole win in one sip.

A handsome devil and he knew it but he was a survivor and I loved it and I hated it at the same time. “What? What’s funny?” He broke the spell; I didn’t know I was smiling in the first place. “Nothing” “Your lips…they are doing that thing they do when you are happy” “It’s called a smile, Flames. I didn’t realize it’s a crime to smile” “Never said it was, Mia” The Mia came out a bit exaggerated from his end. “You don’t want me to speak, you don’t want me to smile, what do you want me to do?”

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.

I said, a smile playing on my face as I stared at him, "No I don't," he responded playfully, with a wide smile playing on his face which made me chuckle loudly.

A graceful, cold, and deadly smile slowly spread across her beautiful face. The time for playing games was over.

He smiled a bright beautiful smile that made him look boyish. TBC

One corner of her mouth was tugged upward. She was smirking.

The mischievous smile of hers was still plastered on her face,since we left the shopping mall and I grew curious. “Baby do you mind sharing” “What do you mean” “Your smile is different, like you have something up your sleeve “ “Don”t worry it's nothing I am just happy that you took out time to have a free day with me” she said and flashed me a fake smile which I returned. We got the ice cream and moved over to a nearby park where a lot of children were having fun and their parents were around too watching them with fulfilling smile.

Paul smiled, and it was the real one, the one that actually reached his eyes. Not the grin he used to needle, sharp and testing. Not the one he wore when he was bored and waiting to be entertained by someone else’s discomfort, lazy and predatory. This smile was controlled, measured. Open without being vulnerable. The smile of someone who knew exactly where to stand and how much to give without giving everything.

That plastered grin When do you declare Happiness? When do you declare that smile plastered on your face to remain perfectly in that condition? When do you seek the movements of that passing thought to give you the initiative to stretch the sides of your lips? When do you seek the most magnificent moments that shall give you the ability to open that grin to show a smile? When do you take life for granted? Do you take it so easily, so that you can exchange it for every second of a blissful glee?