Romans & histoires Sans Smile

Unlike him, ome hd ethics when it came to fight. Looked. He should take a look. He put both his foot down and assembled his face into ‘the smile’. The smile that made him affable, egoless and oh-so-approachable. His lack of ambition, there was a grain of truth to it, put people at ease. How could a guy with golden-brown locks for hair, baby blue eyes, a winning smile want anything other than a couthy exchange of words?

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?

Everyone apart from me and Bella stays away from him. Not that he has done anything wrong, but somehow his aura is scary to people. However, he has the most charming smile. "I do smile, Sarah." He said it, huffing. This is not the first time I've said this to him. I have told him this many times to smile, but he has the same answer as always. **

I can't breathe. A hidden platform beneath the stage slowly lifts her up, like a corpse rising from the dead. And when she sees me, she smiles. Shit. That smile. It’s not just any smile; it’s the kind that takes your breath away, leaving you frozen in place. Her lips curve upward in a way that feels both intimate and electrifying, like a secret only we share. It’s a smile that reaches her eyes, making them sparkle with a mischievous glint, as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

the smile only spread wider. Her smile... It was oddly captivating. Too captivating to be normal. His brows knitted the more. Ismena loosed one arm, raised it to his face, and separated those skins that came together, "You will get old too soon if you continue frowning this hard. The world isn't too serious for this." "My world is." "Wow, you must be from Mars, you alien man. What is your name? Can't keep calling you 'Rescuer' and 'Frown Face' in my head."

"Okay, fabulous. Very nice brooding hockey player thing. But how about less 'scary goalie' vibes and more 'relaxed, smiley, enjoying life' vibes?" I catch Mila covering her mouth with her hand, trying not to giggle. "I am relaxed." "Maybe a bit happier? Give us a smile." "I am smiling." My expression darkens. Mila raises a hand. "Could we take five, please?" She pulls me aside. "Jax, we're here to make amends. Trust me, I hate being told to smile. But let's not upset the sponsor even more." Damn it. She's right. "I know. I'm being an asshole."

“Nah, you look like a princess I have only read in books, it just the tiara that is missing. We could stop at a nearby store to get it, don’t you think?” He flattered.I smiled.“You are so smooth, Billy.” “I am just trying to make you smile. You look better when you smile and you should smile often.” He said. I glanced at the rear mirror to see Jake was watching me. I immediately looked away,“I am always smiling. It’s just that, smiling hasn’t been something I do willingly these days.” I said, looking up at the mirror. Jake looked away, staring outside through the window. “You just have to smile even when there is nothing to smile about.

Then a warm smile works up to his face, as he calmly apologizes. "I am, so so sorry for his immature driving. We're sorry." He flashes a cute grin at us, at least it was cute at first. Before it slowly turned fake, his eyes squinting slightly, with his lips. Oh gods! What is happening to them? It twitched and curved upwards in an uneasy manner. Like the smile would kill him. He couldn't even hold the grin for long. "He is terrible at making a fake smile." I thought to myself. "I'm Daniel by the way. Daniel smith."

With that, I let go of his shirt and stumbled back a step, my head spinning slightly. Alaric still hadn’t moved, hadn’t said a word, and it only fueled my frustration. “You’re impossible,” I muttered. “You cold, detached, impossible man.” Gripping the edge of the counter for support, I looked up at him again and frowned upon taking in the hard set to his mouth. “You never smile, you know that? Not once. It’s like you’ve got this permanent scowl etched into your face. It’s exhausting, honestly. Do you even know how to smile? Or did your mother scare that out of you too?”

“There it is.” “What?” “You smiled.” “I did not.” “You absolutely did.” “I just……..sighed.” “It looked suspiciously cheerful.” “It wasn’t.” “It’s gone now.” I smooth my expression into something appropriately unimpressed. “You imagined it.” “I rarely imagine things.” “That sounds exhausting.” “It has its moments.” Despite everything…The corner of my mouth threatens to lift again but I refuse to let it. “I don’t know why people find you intimidating.” “Is that so?” “They’re wrong.”