Redfield Smiles Novels & Stories

Mariah smiled as she approached the redhead, as if they were long-time friends. - "Blair, honey, how about a photo?" Mariah smiled as the camera panned to her face. Blair, on the other hand, couldn't hide her discomfort. She knew right then and there that Mariah was the type who would do anything to make people have a good image of her. The redhead stood up and smiled at the camera, but she didn't seem as friendly as she would have liked. - "Of course" They stood side by side, like great friends. Mariah leaned her body towards Blair, making them appear more intimate than they really were. Blair smiled, as did the blonde next to her, and the camera captured the moment.

Emma Rosy nodded, her guard gradually reduced, the corners of her mouth slightly hanging a smile, "I know you too, your name has appeared in many media recently." "I've really been on fire lately, I didn't expect to make such a big splash, the public is with mockery, right?" Randall Harrah lifted his eyes, casually picked up the champagne next to him and drank it down, the action was casual but surprisingly not offensive. "I don't know if others believe it, but I do." Emma Rosy pursed her lips and smiled, but she was curious about this Randall Harrah. Randall Harrah lifted his eyes to hers and asked rhetorically, "You believe?"

He smiles at me once more. Damn, that smile does strange things to me! His hazel eyes seem to almost light up when he smiles, little wrinkles next to his eyes appear, making his face seem instantly more animated. I see him looking at the lock screen of my phone as he goes to hand it back. The picture is of me and my brother with our father at a pack event. All formal.

*Smiles* ^_^ Okay, moving on.

Just fun. I opened my dresser and pulled out my swimsuit. Then glanced at myself in the mirror. For a moment, I barely recognized the woman looking back. Not physically. Emotionally. The smile looked different. More genuine. Less forced. The fake smile I'd worn for years was gone. The one people expected. The one I gave at business dinners. At corporate events. At parties with Chris. This smile was real. And somehow, that realization made me emotional. Not sad. Just grateful.

"Who has been making you smile?" I turn red. I turn the kind of red a person turns when they are a thirty-year-old woman with a one-month-old patient file and a brand-new boyfriend who texts her at 11:14 p.m. when he gets home safe. I turn the kind of red a person turns when they have been seen, in a small way, by a man who notices things. "I don't know what you mean," I say. He smiles at me. He is being kind. He is not pushing. He is being the kind of professional Aiden could not be, in a small PT room, in jeans, with his thumb on my knee.

He just looked at me like I had said him to jump off the cliff. "Haan???" Stunned he asked again. "Smile.It will relax your muscles.Will erase the huge crease between your eyebrows.Just smile" "I can't" he said fiddling with his fingers on his lap. "Oh comeon.Its so easy just look at me" I made a huge smily face "This" then made a goofy grin "This" Then I put my fingers on both corners of mouth stretching them. His mouth slightly twitched upwards. Omg !! Two big events are going to happen

"Although you seldom smile, I know what things make you smile." "Really?" He raised his thick eyebrows. "Tell me." "When you tease someone, you smile. When you play a trick on someone, you smile. When you make a fool of someone, you smile an evil smile. When you are unhappy, you sneer coldly with your mouth closed, and..." Hazel trailed off and her eyelids flickered. When he looked at her like this, he smiled. His smile was real and very gentle.

Weird. Funny, I hadn't even thought of it until now, but my dad and Jared were the only two males I'd been able to spend any time around without going into panic mode. The thought made me smile, maybe, just maybe, I was healing. *** COLT *** What the fuck is she smiling about now. I think Jared sold me a lemon, I just can't figure out what the hell is the issue. When she isn't blushing like a medieval virgin, she's tearing into someone or smiling for no damn reason.