Playful Smile Novels & Stories

There is a specific quality to being smiled at by someone who loves you and is not trying to communicate anything through the smile except the fact of the loving. I had not had significant experience of it before Zayden. Jace had smiled at me. Other people had smiled at me throughout my life in the ordinary social ways that smiles are deployed — the functional smiles of greeting and acknowledgment and the performed smiles of people managing the impression they were making. These were not meaningless. They were the ordinary currency of human interaction and I had received them as such. But the smile that communicates nothing except I am looking at you and that is sufficient reason — that spec

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-female like her. Thank the goddess for diplomacy classes…! “Rational!” She narrowed her eyes at me as if she was on to me. But it was all in such a playful way, it had me wanting to play along. Before I knew it, I was flashing her my infamous “buy my bullshit, baby”-smile, which – much to my delight – had her laughing. She really did have a contagious smile…

I say and smile. --

“You rush in like that, you die next. Stick to the plan!” I watched them, still smiling, before I reached up and wiped at the corner of my eye like I was brushing away a tear. Then I rose slowly from the corpse beneath me, stretching slightly before facing them again. My smile returned. Soft. Gentle. “Now…” I hummed, tilting my head. “Tell me—” My eyes gleamed. “Who wants to play with me next?”

He finishes his sentence with a smile, a disconcerting pride radiating from his face. Seraphina displays a wide smile, her eyes alight with an uncommon glee, almost like a child watching a cruel game. She is radiant, her lips curling into an expression that seems genuinely happy, but there’s something profoundly false and cruel about her enthusiasm. She is loving this—every second, every moment of this emotional torture unfolding before her.

- Make your smile bigger and I give a nasal laugh - Now, let's go. Cute.

The surprise on my face slowly turned to amusement, and I couldn’t help smiling. Not the kind of smile you force for the mirror or fake to avoid questions. No. This was a slow, natural, exhilarating grin that tugged at my cheeks with no control over it whatsoever. It was the kind of smile that came from feeling safe. Wanted. Maybe even something dangerously close to happy.

I plaster on a smile. "No, everything is fine."

She sat down on the seat he stood up from. " Besides I needed some time off work," she said still smiling. I notice when she smiles, she does it with not just her mouth but all her face. When she smiles her eyes sparkle her puff cheek turns pink and the laugh line near her eyes becomes prominent. Her mood was brighter than the sun which made it contagious. I couldn't help smiling.