Novel & Cerita Redfield Smiles

" You don't smile a lot so I know real from fake," " But It's real!" I said, perplexed. That was a real one. " Maybe you just don't know my smiles as well as you think," I crossed my arms against my chest as he spoke so fondly of my smiles. " There's the victorious smile, but usually it's always a smirk. The one for Lucas, it's the excitement and most real one, and then, there's Wyatt's smile, the one from the heart, gentle and shy; cheeks burning, butterflies erupting in the belly and pure tenderness and admiration," he explained. Azriel's voice was freaking pure and amazing. Soothing to listen to,

“He is weird like that.” “I wanted to give it to Mr. Connell, if I gave him a portrait of Kayden smiling, it might help with his condition.” Crystal confess with quiet empathy, she was very worried for Mr. Connell. “I just can’t get it right, his face is always hard and he doesn’t smile, the only time he does is when he does something demeaning and I tried to draw that type of smile.” She swiped through the drawings and Petra laughed. “This smile would give Mr. Connell a heart attack.” She laughed even more. “Since you are doing this for Mr. Connell I think what you should do is make Mr. Smith sit down so you can do it properly.”

Does this girl dare to smile in front of him after destroying him to hell? "Let's enjoy it as said by Roselyn Fernandez '' Sandy smirked as he wore his glasses to enter the hall with the only motive to destroy them the same way they did to him.

(smiles) A. Gupta

Reid “You have been smiling all day.” Rivers pinched my cheeks as we both made our way to the grocery store. She had dragged me here by herself just to get herself groceries. “What are you talking about? I'm not allowed to smile now?” I asked her even though I knew she was right about my smiling. I was not exactly a man known for my smile. “Thats exactly my point, you never smile. I have known you for years, remember?” “Whatever.” I said, still unable to stop myself from smiling. It was absolutely ridiculous. I had never smiled so much for no reason before.

"And then you arrived." I sat down in my seat and looked up at him. "And I'm useful because I'm the coach's daughter who's dating the captain." "Dating is a strong—" he started. "Knox." He looked at me. "Yeah. That's probably what it is." I processed this. "So the smile was a real estate move." "The smile is always a real estate move." Finn dropped into the seat on my left at that exact moment, unwrapping a granola bar, and caught the tail end of the conversation with the expression of someone arriving mid-movie but piecing the plot together quickly. "Are we talking about Riley's Monday morning smile?"

He seemed to be in deep thought. He suddenly clapped. "Maybe you weren't happy enough. Tell me, what could make you really happy?" Finn nodded, accepting the fact. Maybe he wasn't happy enough. "Gifts. I like gifts." "Okay. When we leave here, I'll get you some gifts..." He paused. "But before then, can you smile more?" He pointed to his chest, rubbing it gently. "I think your smile is strange. It's making me feel strangely excited." He shifted forward. "Let's change the deal for now. Can I experiment on your smile instead?"

“Eventually.” Rhydian looked horrified. “…that’s somehow worse than death.” Kael actually smiled this time. Small. Brief. Real. Rhydian noticed immediately. And froze. Because it had been so long since Kael smiled without calculation behind it. “You’re enjoying this conversation way too much,” Rhydian muttered. Kael’s expression softened slightly. “You’re predictable under stress.” “Oh, good. Glad one of us is having a meaningful emotional experience.” THE INVITATION CHANGES

Rachel's eyes crinkled into crescents as she said, "Thank you, Julian. I didn't expect you to actually bid on the painting just because I casually mentioned that I liked it." Julian ruffled her hair. "As long as you like it," he said adoringly. Julian was handsome, and Rachel was beautiful. They were a match made in heaven. The people around them began to whisper among themselves as they shot envious glances at them. No one noticed me in the corner, wearing a pair of jeans that had faded from too many washes. When I couldn't get in touch with Julian, I comforted myself by telling myself that he was simply too busy to pick up my calls. I convinced myself that he was so swamped with work that

Preston came up to me, and looking at me, he said, “Everything seems to be going well, despite everything!” He also noticed the lack of that spark, and we both knew that that spark had a first and last name. Suddenly Sierra appeared in front of me, smiling and beaming. Seeing her, I couldn’t help but look at her smile, and Preston, who was enjoying her radiant happiness, asked her, “Why so smiling?” She looked at me in her typical lousy mood only to smile at my brother and say, “Richard is cooking for us! And I had never tasted anything so great, he is making different dishes for everyone, it is strange, but he seems to have fun.”