Playful Smile Novels & Stories

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.

"Not yet, your majesty." She scrutinized, as she plastered a half-smile at me. Maybe waiting to confirm whether I would flare up and finally either punch her right in the place that would hurt, or roar in anger and consume the souls of them all. I only returned a false smile to her as a reply. Not the obvious type that showed the tremendous effort in the making of the smile, but the kind that contoured the pretence in the smile. She wasn't supposed to see me getting upset because I wasn't upset with her at all. She wasn't supposed to feel a tiny percentage of my transferred rage.

, " For seeing you Vulnerable" He scoffed and looked away, "You're not eligible, and you'll not be". She burst into laughter, " I'm not sure about that. I'm going to give you a nickname, smiley cat", " Hey, don't even dare ", " I want you to always smile so..smiley cat!", " Stop!", " Smiley. Smiley cat", she teased in more, " I said stop it ". ( The sound of her laughter echoes in Clarisse's head, the image of the memories isn't blurry, they are clear as she remembers more)

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.

Liam teased, pointing both his fingers and move them like he has his made-up own love rhythm. “Stop you fuck!” I realized that I was, in fact, smiling the whole time so I tried to laugh it off and playfully punch Liam on his shoulders, which made him laugh as well. “Damn, the way Anya made you smile is so-” “Hey! It’s not like Anya is the only one to make me smile! I laugh my loudest laugh when ya’ll are joking!” “No, but like it’s extraordinary for you to smile just for the mere existence of Anya Moore. What has she done to you?”

I stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"

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.

uff thank god, she agreed, we had our breakfast and went to company, she sat in the couch and started checking the files, I'm staring at her, this is really painful to see her like that, she is the girl who introduced me to emotions, but here she is the one who is being emotionless, it hurts to look at her like that looking at her smile, anyone can forget their worries and smiles automatically but the same face forgotten how to smile, she can't stay silent for a second without messing around, but she is being professional like an expert this hurts me the most suddenly she turned her face and looked towards me, I signaled her to come, she came near me, I pulled her into my lap, she asked "wha

I looked up at her with a small frown, “I’m not a clown face, you creep.” “Yes you are,” she argued, “you’ve had a smile permanently glued to your face since you got back this morning and that definitely makes you one.” “You’re just fishing for gossip, we both know that,” I rolled my eyes at her. She didn’t deny my claim, in fact, she proceeded to prove it. “And so? I just happen to know that that wishful smile you walked in with is a sign of nothing other than peak sexual satisfaction, and I need to know the tea!” she clapped, her eyes practically popping out of her head and filled with curiosity.

I plead out and he smirks. "Alright, if that's what you want," he smiles and then dives in to kiss me fully. I also liked playful Gray.