Sam Wilson Smile Novels & Stories

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.

“R?” Across from him, R sat leisurely with legs crossed. She looked completely at ease. A cigarette danced in between her fingers which she slowly dragged on like they weren’t both trapped in the belly of a monster. “Sorry, I forgot to thank you for the weed,” she murmured, smirking. Wilson swallowed, his voice rough. “R… Are you okay?” R smirked, tilting her head. Wilson’s gut twisted as he scanned her for any sign of injury. “Did they touch you? We need to get out here—”

But now, hearing Frederick Hall says that Erwin Wilson couldn't help but look forward to it. “I trust Dr. Johnson!” Erwin Wilson smiled slightly. Every time facing the Wilson family, Erwin Wilson would put on a mocking or fake smile. Even when he was with Vanessa James, he rarely smiled. Only when in the branch of Frederick Hall did Erwin feel so comfortable. “Thank you, Frederick!”

He spat, “Do you know who I am? I could end your lives with a single call!” “Is that so?” I murmured slowly, my eyes crinkling into a smile. I placed my hands on Laziel's arm, motioning for him to let go of Williams. Laziel raised an eyebrow, questioning in his eyes but I nodded slightly, saying to let go. Williams slid to the ground, sweat dripping down his face from his forehead. I smiled, leaned down to his level and dusted the collar of his suit, which by the way, smelled so badly of sweat and alcohol.

Close enough that I couldn't be accused of hiding. Silas's hand paused mid-pour. He looked up. His blue eyes locked onto mine across the expanse of polished wood. The candlelight reflected in them, making them look like flames trapped in ice. He didn't say anything. He just looked at me. Then, slowly, a smile curved his lips. It wasn't a friendly smile. It was the smile of a chess player who had just realized his opponent's strategy. "Smart girl," he murmured. I didn't know if that was a compliment or a threat.

Rosana raised an eyebrow, wondering what was making Wilson happy. She asked curiously, "Why are you smiling?" Wilson did not keep her guessing. He answered directly, "You are beautiful." Rosana raised her brows. She remembered too well that Wilson had never praised her so directly or openly before, so she decided to tease him. She blinked and asked, "What makes me beautiful?" Although he saw through her thoughts, Wilson still decided to play along. He replied with a smile, "Everything about you—your smile, the way you talk, your eyes."

silas something* *Maya: zariel i am begging you to remember he reads FACES for a living. practice your normal smile in a mirror before he gets there because your normal smile is unhinged* *I do not have an unhinged smile* *Maya: you absolutely do. it's the one you used on that groom's mother who hated you. terrifying. effective. but terrifying*

l⁠ike‍ I‍ was just a coffee fe​tc‍her. I sm​iled the way Silas taught me. A slow, co⁠ld smile t‍hat d⁠idn’t reach my e‍yes. It was th⁠e kind of smile you use when you want to hide how a​ngry you really ar⁠e‍.‌ “Is t⁠h⁠at all?” I said, my voice c‍alm b⁠u⁠t⁠ sharp.

Flashes from their camera phones came nonstop. “Smile, Sam,” Damian whispered, his lips pressed on her head. “Show your friends that you’re happy. Afterall, isn’t this what you wanted? Big smile, darling.” “Stop mocking me,” she hissed. Damian only chuckled, his fingers caressing her back seductively.

" 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,