Sam Wilson Smile Novels & Stories

“What’s wrong, Sisi?” She smiled, and I felt something inside me twist. That smile—it wasn’t real. It was the kind of smile people give when they’re trying to convince themselves. “Oh, it’s nothing, Camila. No need to worry.” I stared at her—furious, concerned, hurt.

You are Wilder, never forget that! Wilson took in a deep breath and looked at the closest prisoner to him with a smile. The prisoner was holding a sword with the intention to swing it down at Wilson when he saw he smile. The smile was so confident and happy that he froze in place. Wilson swung his fist at his exposed face with such force that his neck twisted, killing him before he could get out of his dazed state. The sword dropped from his hand still outstretched, hanging in the air. Wilson caught it before it touched the ground and looked at it. It’s well sharpened. Very good! Wilson’s smile brightened as his mother’s words kept ringing inhis head.

With a smile. ____

Cristine doesn't like feeling like a prey when she's with Tristan. "Well, your tone isn't exactly pleasant." "For the time being, I'll take it," Tristan said with a lovely smile. Cristine isn't sure whether he's mocking her, but she can't deny that his smile had her hooked. For the sake of everyone, he should grin less. It also has the potential to trigger a heart attack. For those that are interested. Even if you don't have Tristan's killer smile, smile. If you can't afford to smile, even if it's free, you're the poorest person on the planet, right?

His warm smile greeted her, a genuine expression of camaraderie. " Hey, Ava! " Wilson's voice rang with friendliness as he stood up to welcome her. Ava reciprocated with a friendly smile, appreciating the welcoming atmosphere that always seemed to surround the marketing team. Wilson extended his hand to take the documents from her, their fingers briefly brushing in the exchange.

One man gave me a nod that I could only describe as respect—he had never spoken to me before. I was trying to work out what was happening when Diana appeared. “Good morning, Willow.” “Good morning.” “Sleep well?” I looked at her immediately. She was smiling. It was the specific kind of smile she wore when she knew something and was enjoying knowing it. The same smile she had been wearing for weeks. “Why are you smiling like that?” I asked. “Like what?” “Like that.” She tilted her head. “I’m just saying good morning.” “Diana.”

He cursed between his teeth. "Smile. Smile now jerk.".. Evely whispered to Samien in between her teeth. He glared at her but then his glares quivered. "I should have known." He whined. He waved his hand graciously with a very beautiful smile on his pinky lips. They were all taken aback by his simple but elegant smile. How Evely and Sophia loved the vibe they were getting.. almost all eyes on them. Their head couldn't be held more higher. Their freshman bully couldn't stop looking at them with such envious eyes.

I asked him as I arched my eyebrow at him. “Nothing. I sure will book the ticket, don’t worry.” Samael said as he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to suppress his smile. “And what are you smiling at Mr. Wright?” I asked him as I glared at him and his smile widened. “At the fact that there is a caring heart inside the cold and stern CEO.” He said and left his bottom lip from his teeth. My eyes zeroed on his lips as I licked my dried lips. “I will take that as a compliment Mr. Wright,” I said and my voice came out low and hoarse unintentionally. I cleared my throat when I saw his hazel eyes darken a bit.

Calvin protested when he received an incredulous look from the rosy-cheeked girl. "Okay, I'll consider it a deal!" Emily responded, and with a slow, her lips curled up into a broad smile. Calvin was momentarily stunned when Emily's sweet smile appeared different. It was sincere, without coercion or temptation, unlike the smiles she had always given him since they first met.

"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend. Yes, you can take care of us. Yes, Adam. Yes." The smile that broke across his face was not the thin, self-deprecating smile of the past week. It was not the controlled, professional smile of the CEO or the polite, distant smile of the man at the reception in Zurich. It was a real smile — wide and unguarded and almost painful in its intensity. The smile of a man who had been holding his breath for a decade and had finally been allowed to exhale.