Quotes Always Smile Novels & Stories

“and act like this, how dare you?” Quentin raised his hand to slap his tall, pale and lanky son. He did not flinch. In fact, he grinned. Not the boyish type of grin, but a lopsided type of grin that can send shivers up to the spine. He was creepy when he smiled. His teeth were small and was set apart. “Sit.” He commanded. “I would do as he says if I were you.” Hesther suggested, popping the bubble gum that she had been toying in her mouth. If bitch was a person then she is the exact replica of the word.

I smiled at them. " When you remember me, please don't be sad. I can't afford to see you both sad. I don't want you both to feel any despair. I want you to smile and only remember the happy memories okay? " I didn't notice that my tears are flowing. I hugged them, at the same time the Unicus Portales opened. I looked at them again then I sarcastically wide my eyes. " What the fuck are you both doing? Smile!! It's not the end of the world, you know? Do you want me to get mad at you? SMILE, YOU IDIOTS!! "

He says with a goofy smile. I try not to smile but I fail miserably. “Come on, Wesley. I’m being serious. Be serious for once.” I say. He breathes out loudly. “Okay, okay. I’m switching to serious mode. Go ahead, I’m listening.” He says. “Someone texted me.” I say. “Okay?” He drags the word. “It was weird. It was a smiling emoji and then some quote about me getting to close to fire and being burned.” I say.

I traced a constellation with a glint in my eyes, “It’s my motto, maybe you should make it yours too” I tilted my head to give him a genuine smile. I saw his wheels turning in his head for a while through his green orbs, then he broke into small chuckles, shaking his head. I blinked my eyes as to why he was laughing. We were talking serious things right before he began chortling. Did I say something funny? “Why’re you laughing?” I asked. He silenced his chuckles to look at me biting his lips preventing any more. “No wonder you were called the ‘Quote Schmuck’” he quoted.

Tim corrected, though his voice lacked its usual bite. "It’s the same thing!" she countered, waving a hand dismissively. "Secondly, you were late! You, Tim Dorian, were late. And let’s not forget how you’ve been glancing at your phone all day like a lovesick teenager waiting for the prom king to call." Tim’s eyes widened in genuine offence. "No, I wasn't!" "Yes, you were, best friend," Jacqueline nodded firmly, her smirk growing. "And heavens know I have never seen you smile the way you did when you were speaking with that person. It wasn't your 'business smile,' Tim. It was... soft."

“Dramatic? he repeated, tilting his head. I don’t recall being dramatic. ” “Oh, please. A derisive laugh escaped me as my fingers delivered a delicate nudge to his chest. Everything you say becomes a grand declaration. I deepened my voice to mimic the phrase “He’s going to have everything.” His eyes darkened slightly, but not with annoyance. The expression on her face indicated impending trouble. My vocal expressions do not match that representation. ” My smile stretched wider as I realized I was testing my fortune beyond safe limits. “You do. Indeed it is. It would be beneficial for me to begin recording your quotes. ”

Greg notices me looking at them, and he smiles, “What?” I shake my head, “Nothing.” He looks suspicious, “You’re doing that thing.” “What thing?” “The emotional smile.” I gasp, “I do not have an emotional smile.” He nods seriously, “You do.” I narrow my eyes, “You’re lucky you’re hot and attractive.” He looks delighted, “I know.”

The set of dumbfuckers that teamed up to trample on Quincy's naivete—they crew hovered near him like vultures on a leash. I didn’t flinch, God forbid I do. Didn’t blink, never will I ever on terms like this. Just picked up a carrot cube and popped it into my mouth like I was watching a boring rerun. Quincy leaned in closer. "Jesus... what did you do to him?" I kept my voice low, smiling without humor. "You really wanna know?” I chewed on the overly fertilized vegetable. He seems disturbed by my question because he is rubbing his palms together like it's winter.

But when I sneaked another glance, Joaquin’s lips were twitching, like he’d heard them too. “Don’t let it distract you,” he murmured, still looking down at his notes. “You’re the one smiling,” I shot back under my breath. His gaze flicked up, sharp and amused, like I’d just challenged him. “Am I not allowed?” “No, you’re absolutely not allowed,” I teased, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning. “Smiling will ruin your reputation as the terrifying boss.” He leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing in mock offense. “You enjoy mocking me far too much.”

Jacob walked behind me, his own eyes cast down, thinking about what lay beneath the mystery of my smile. Smiling gently, lips in a sweet curve, I walked alongside Jacob. My smile was the slow and deliberate kind, a slow smile spreading across my face like a sunrise sweeps across the sky. But Jacob had no idea why I smiled; the satisfaction and control I felt surged through my veins. He looked at me, seeking my eyes for an answer, but I simply continued smiling back in amusement with a glint in my eyes, savoring the moment.