Sam Wilson Smile Novels & Stories

“It’s nice.” Nice. I beamed at him anyway—because that was what I was supposed to do, right? Smile through every mess life hurled my way, no matter what. But I’m so fucking tired of smiling. More tears slipped down my cheeks and this time I didn’t even bother wiping them. “I’m glad you like it,” I said, my voice cracking on the last word, but I kept the smile glued on. Elias swallowed the rest of the cookie, brushed crumbs off his bare chest, and walked right past me without another word.

Eric said. Logan walked in. The door closed behind him. Silas was standing near the center of the room. He had on a plain dark shirt and loose trousers and he looked like someone who had been awake. He looked at Logan standing near the door and then his expression shifted into something that Logan did not immediately know how to read. Then Silas smiled. It was not a warm smile. It was the smile of someone who found the situation genuinely amusing and was not going to pretend otherwise. "Look who is back here," Silas said. His voice was low and unhurried. "Begging for what he has been resisting since the day he arrived."

he muttered, rolling his eyes. Wilson smirked but said nothing.

The silence between us began to feel more comfortable, like we were sharing a quiet understanding. "You're welcome, Eliana," she said, her usual smile fixed on her face. Her smile seemed to be a permanent fixture, a reflection of her warm and welcoming nature. I found myself drawn to it, feeling a sense of comfort and ease in her presence. As I looked at her, I couldn't help but wonder what lay beneath the surface. Was her smile always this radiant, or was it just for me? I felt grateful for the warmth she was showing me, and I hoped that our interaction would continue to be as pleasant.

So that was the reason why she had thanked him with a smile, even after what he had said. At the time, she had completely let go of her feelings for him. How stupid he was in hindsight! It had taken him so long to finally uncover the true meaning behind that smile. The car soon came to a stop, and Wilson’s thoughts were interrupted by his driver’s voice asking, “Sir, why are you… bleeding?” Wilson slowly opened his eyes and followed his driver’s gaze. He raised his hand and touched the corner of his lips only to find that it was wet with blood.

Watson said while scratching the back of his head as he watched the woman dance to the wild music playing as everyone around including her women cheering and clapping, others joined her in dancing while men desperately wanted to dance with her but Sia moved away each time a man tried to touch her "Wow, she's trouble, hey why don't you go and help the mother of your child, "Angelo said with a sarcastic chuckle directed at Emiliano who was just standing there watching Sia, he wanted to go there and murder her but when he thought about it, a smile appeared across his face as he sat back down and took a glass on whiskey the bartender had put for him "Why are you smiling, go help her"Watson got c

But they're all true, anyway. Wilson kept his posture straight and smiled at me, not saying a word. "I really appreciate you for telling me this." I tapped his hand. "But I think your dad would still hate me, though." I joked. He smiled. "Thanks, Sam." He stood up straight, offering me his hand. "And congratulations for everything you've been achieving. You deserve it." I shake his hand playfully and we both laughed. I'm somehow glad that this confession didn't turn out to be awkward. Like what usually happens in movies.

Even Hanan and Jiddah, they will brag about him smiling in their sister's wedding probably. There standing in front of them is none other than Shaddad Sunusi Lamido offering a panty dropping smile at the person in his car who everyone knows is his wife even before she stepped out. It is rumoured that he only smiles when she is around and now no one can doubt that, he is really smiling at his wife. The smile that will make you drool, sit down on the floor to keep in each moment in you. Bushra won't say she is immune, she is drooling at the sight and she knows it.

She took the drink with a smile and takes a sip. He relaxed his hands in his pocket, and scoots closer to her, heaving a sigh. “Enjoying?” he asked. Her eyes follow his face. “I can’t say I am enjoying completely. But thanks for asking anyway.” “Why do you pretend to be fake when you aren’t? why smiling when you can’t smile from inside?”. “And who said I am not smiling from inside? You are wrong about it. I am not sad about anything. Not now anyway.” She drank the whole win in one sip.

It was the least she could do after making him uncomfortable. “You don’t have to do that.” The bartender fled and she faced the man with the whiskey voice. His nose was wider than most but his eyes were striking with the long dark eyelashes. Beautiful, even. “Call it my version of an apology. My mood has nothing to do with you. I’ve been on edge all day.” He lifted his drink and took a sip. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” He put down his drink, ran his palm over his thigh then offered it to her. “I’m Smiley.”