Novel & Cerita Sam Wilson Smile

I knew how to read them when they were angry, neutral or slightly less angry. This new behaviour threw me completely off, and the unease curled in my stomach. But I didn’t let it show. Instead, I plastered a small smile on my face and spoke. “Thank you, Alpha—” His smile stiffened slightly. I immediately corrected myself. “Thank you, Silas.” And just like that, his smile brightened again, almost pleased, as he gestured toward the food. When I finally looked down, I realised most of it was indeed made up of my favourite dishes.

She laughed like that kind of pain wasn’t new for her. Silas smiled at that. But his smile wasn’t warm or welcoming. It was so cold that any normal person would be sent running for the hills as he stepped closer and looked down at Dahlia, then placed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and then said in a voice so low and deep,

Vivienne slumped against him, letting him hold her weight. “You promise?” she mumbled into his shirt. “Consider it done,” he said, kissing the top of her head. He pulled back slightly, looking down at her. “But now… you need to smile.” Vivienne blinked, sniffing. Simon smirked, a dangerous glint returning to his eyes. “I can’t have fun if you keep acting like a martyr, Viv. Smile for me.” It was a command, wrapped in velvet. Vivienne forced the corners of her mouth up. It didn’t reach her eyes, but it was enough for him.

He looked just as professional and stern as his boss. Before Silas turned to leave, he did something that completely shocked me. He leaned in slightly, looked at Ace, and actually smiled. It wasn't a cold or mocking smile, it was genuine. He reached out and patted Ace’s head with a surprisingly gentle hand. Oh, heavens, I thought, my heart doing a little flutter. He is incredibly handsome when he smiles. I had to mentally slap myself. Focus, Willow! He’s a dangerous billionaire! "You’ve got a smart kid." Silas said quietly.

I don't have friends - I am not sure if that is something that I should be proud of. Well, it's not like I don't try to approach my classmates or try to interact. It’s just that I have a weird smile. No, it's not the type of smile that involves weird and rotten teeth - I have perfectly white and straight teeth. You see, my smile is fatal and dangerous. Just one look at these weapons and even the ferocious growl of a mountain lion would seem harmless. If this were a comic, I would call this attack: The Killer Smile.

I said, forcing a bright smile just like Lucille had coached. He looked clearly irritated, jaw tight. “Your game today was great,” I rushed on, showering compliments while catching Lucille’s mischievous grin from the corner of my eye. “You were moving like…like the ice belonged to you. That last shot? Insane.” “What do you want?” Tyler said, his lips stretching into a smirk. He crossed his massive arms, making his biceps strain against the jersey. “And what’s with the weird smile? You look ridiculous.”

he obediently shut his mouth. Walking behind them, Wilmot saw the entire exchange and couldn't stop himself from whistling happily. He leaned into Trista, snarking with pure schadenfreude. "Look at that, babe. The happy boy just lost his smile." Trista was getting a headache from both of these obnoxiously loud men. She cut her eyes sideways, giving Wilmot a lethal glare. "You can shut your mouth and be quiet too. Got it?" The smug smile on Wilmot's face instantly evaporated.

I put my phone down and picked up my coffee. "Like I told you before, I've been going for walks. In case you didn't notice, breathing the same air with you is suffocating." He gave me a deadass look for a few seconds before a crack of a smile appeared on his lips. It happened so fast I though I was hallucinating. Did Julian just smile? Then he walked out without looking back. I sat there and let myself digest the fact that Julian just smiled at me. --- Silas called at two in the afternoon on the burner. I took it in the closet with the door shut and the shower running in the next room.

Noir said, but his lips twitched. "Is it though?" Silas appeared in the doorway, forcing me to step back to make room. "Because I'm pretty sure Goldie here has seen you smile at least three times today. That's basically a personality transformation." "Twice," Noir corrected. "And you're exaggerating." "Three times. I counted." Silas's grin was sharp, teasing. "You smiled when you came back and saw we were both still alive. You smiled when Ellie said thank you. And you smiled just now when you said sharing is better."

Because honestly? That one smile from Cameron was better than any amount of social media validation. He’d smiled. For real. Not the fake “I’m fine” one he gives his professors. Not the “I’ll murder you in your sleep” one he gives me when I steal his fries. This one was real. Pure. Rare. A miracle. “I still hate you for that caption,” he said, licking a bit of salsa off his lip. Slowly. Casually. Like he didn’t just send my brain into full static.