Quotes Always Smile Novels & Stories

Harvey shakes his head; finishing the beer inside the bottle he’s holding with just one last sip. “Why are you smiling?” Lucan turns to me with his eyebrows signaling curiosity. Man, I didn’t even notice that I’m smiling. I try to stop my lips from smiling, “No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are.” My smiling then turn into laughing. “Is it bad to smile?” “No, but it looks like you have something in your mind that you would like to tell us?” I just shake my head to say no. No, I don’t have something in my mind that I would like to share. Because I don’t want to tell them that they all look like love-sick fools to me now.

And I froze when she said the next sentence. "YOUR SMILE..... IS BEAUTIFUL." .......................................................... Can you believe it? Justin actually smiled?

I said, giving him a mocking smile, "That sounds like something a typical man would say." “I like my version of the quote, especially because it’s wrong.”

I sniggered. “Oh yeah? You call that a ‘situation?” He raised his eyebrow and he lowered his index and middle fingers twice to add that quote mark in his sentence. “Or what would you have called that if not a “situation?” I mimicked his action and he smacked his lips and pretended that he was thinking too deeply.

His lips curved into a dark, lethal smile. “Queens don’t wear chains.”

Yara. " I will repay you all with my blood." I whispered, a small smile playing at my lips , a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes. Disbelief and panic were plastered all over the Smith's faces except on Jade's face. Jade wore a challenging smile, with a smirk pulling at the corners of her lips. She was the happiest, after all.

He smiled quietly. "Got you."

And smile. A slow knowing smile...

I hear myself say. The observation slips out before I can filter it. Old habits. Old training. Look closer. Analyze. File away. He blinks. “I’m sorry?” “You don’t smile,” I repeat. “Not really. You do a thing with your mouth that suggests you’re aware a smile is expected.” “That’s… specific,” he says, a little thrown. “Specificity is my area,” I say. “This job breeds it.” “Maybe I’m just tired,” he says.

"Okay then, mention one time that you smiled. Try reaching deep into your memories, and tell me one time you smiled." I did as he said, and reached very deeply into all my memories box stored in my head. He is right, I don't smile much! I coughed nervously. "Well.. I do.. I do smile, to customers." I stuttered, knowing what I just said is really foolish. Of course, I have to smile to customers or they might not come back. Who would want to patronize a grumpy person. Simone raised an eyebrow, "okay fine. I give up, I do not smile that much.."