Roblox Smile Novels & Stories

Watching the realization slowly spread across both of their faces made something warm bloom inside my chest. They saw it. They could tell. I wasn’t fighting myself anymore. Not in this moment. My smile grew. It wasn’t forced. Hell… For the last week, I couldn’t have faked a smile if someone had offered me the kingdom’s entire treasury. Every picture would’ve looked the same. Grumpy. Scowling. One eyebrow permanently pissed off. I chuckled to myself. Then smiled even wider. Because I wanted to. Because it felt… Good. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed smiling until I actually could again.

After all that horrible transformation, Sadie took me back down the stairs, and when Lucas saw me, he began to cough, but I knew he was actually laughing. Sadie sat me in a chair, and brought out her phone, clicking pictures, and acting lovey dovey with me. “Hey, hey, smile! Smile like the sun.” She ordered, and I bared all my teeth, making her hit my face with the phone. “Ah!” “You look horrible if you do that! Seriously, you’re so ugly. Now, smile like I’m doing.” She said, and I did. She clicked, and next she made me pout like a kid, which I also did.

Caleb asked, flashing a charming smile, showing his bunny-looking teeth that made him look more attractive when he smiled. I managed a half-hearted nod, forcing a smile in return. “Yeah, it’s good.” “We forgot the water? Are you thirsty?” “No, no. No need. Coffee’s fine.” I said. “Great,” he smiled softly, and then, he tried to stretch his hand over my shoulder.

ARLO’S POV There was something about Aurora Blaire, because right after she rushed into the bathroom, I smiled. Me, Arlo Bronson, crack a smile without struggling to. I could barely believe it! If anyone would have told me that a smile would ever come from my lips, I would never have believed it. I have no idea what it feels like to smile, because I cannot remember the last time I did. My growing up was filled with so many tears and turbulence that I forgot what it felt like to actually hold a smile.

The thought made me smile. As Uncle Liam saw that wide, innocent smile on my face, that exasperation in his eyes was changed into calmness as he bent down in front of me and pinched me on the nose. “What are you smiling at, young lady? You understand that you and your brother are both in trouble, right?” Uncle Liam smiled helplessly at me.

"If I may ask, what's your name?" Gosh, he talks a lot. Having had enough of him I stand up gathering my things and look for somewhere else to seat. I hear footsteps behind me. Quickly I turn around and slam! I thought I hit a wall but no, it was that stupid annoying boy that wouldn't let me be. For the first time since our conversation, I have a proper look at his face. "Hi," he smiles at me rubbing slow circles up and down my arms steadying me. His smile makes me want to, smile. Is that even possible?.

I offer this with a shy smile, afraid of what his reaction will be. I can see him processing what I’ve said, his eyes plumbing the depths of mine seeking—well, I guess I don’t know what he wants to confirm. But it must be there, whatever he was looking for, because a few seconds later, Rob’s face beams with that spectacular smile of his, so wide it looks like it meets at the back of his head, his dimples cutting deep into his cheeks. “Okay.” *Rob*

“With a name like that, you know he does hot pilates and drinks cucumber smoothies.” I cracked a smile. Just a small one. Marcelo grinned like he won a bet. “There it is. The rare Jayce Beckett grin.” “Shut up.” I said, shoving him gently. This guy was making me feel like we were friends. “You should smile more. You’re prettier when you’re not mentally stabbing the air.” He winked. “Did you just call me pretty?” I asked, faking annoyance. “I’m not blind.” He shrugged, smiling.

I smiled automatically at him when he reached us and Falmata instructed him to sit between us. "No Baaba, you need to smile. Even if it's just a little. I don't want to see that fake official smile." The rest of us laughed at her statement and posed for pictures. Bilal made a face over my shoulder and I turned to him, bursting into laughter at his face. Everyone turned to see what I'd laughed about and laughed too when they saw Bilal's face, probably because Bilal doesn't willingly joke around. His face is always stoic, it amazes me, that as such a young age, he's so focused.