Smile-at-me Novels & Stories

There are places waiting, hidden just beyond the fear, and every time you smile, I know the way is clear. So don’t forget to smile, even when you’re tired and afraid, your smile invites me to an ideal world we haven’t made… yet. $$$ «Remember to smile, there are still beaches left to find…» The song wasn’t loud or dramatic. It was gentle. Almost whispered. I recognized the voice—and the words pierced through me with unexpected clarity. «Remember to smile…» Mom used to sing that part slightly off-key, exaggerating the word smile like it was a spell. She said that as long as there were beaches left to walk and places left to discover, life would always have an exit.

He seems to be changing all of a sudden. “Of course.” I waited for him to reply but he didn’t. I was already running out of time so I texted him again, “So, where do I meet you?” “Just wait for me at home.” He replied almost immediately. I smiled and simply sent my favorite emojis. “Bye!” I put it on my phone not waiting for his reply. The smile still refused to fade as I walked out of the bunk room with my bag hanging loosely on my shoulder. As I walk through the reception on my way out, I noticed that almost everyone was staring at me. The smile on my face must have attracted their attention. That is the beauty of having someone to spend your time with, they take away your pain and make yo

Send me a pic? The smile that's spread across my face can't be denied. The fluttery feeling in my stomach can't be denied either. I've waited my whole life for a man to make me feel this way, and I'm so happy the man to do it is Caleb Harrison. Holding my phone up, I give him my best smile, along with a wink into the camera. Hitting a few buttons, I send it, and wait for him to get back with me. A few minutes later, I get a response from him. A picture of his smiling face.

"If I may ask, what's your name?" Gosh, he talks a lot. Having had enough of him I stand up gathering my things and look for somewhere else to seat. I hear footsteps behind me. Quickly I turn around and slam! I thought I hit a wall but no, it was that stupid annoying boy that wouldn't let me be. For the first time since our conversation, I have a proper look at his face. "Hi," he smiles at me rubbing slow circles up and down my arms steadying me. His smile makes me want to, smile. Is that even possible?.

i smile, to show her i mean no harm with that sentence. Her light chuckle catches me off guard. "best friends actually " it's the first time she's really smiled, i spot dimples, her smile is warm and beautiful, it's the kind that can brighten up a day just by having a glimpse at it, it's the type that can lure a dozen passerbys to stop and stare, and for a moment, i find myself drawn to it. So i decide at that moment to play matchmaker. That was never my intention at first but seeing the gleem in her eyes as she talks about her best friend, that hates me by the way, i think i already have her figured out.

His grin quickly weakened, replaced by a more serious expression as he felt the weight of my gaze. Damian was always one to carry good news, but sometimes his pranks were less than amusing. And that smile? It made me uneasy. I shifted my gaze back to Anita, who was still standing before me. There was something about her presence that always calmed me, a strange warmth that settled deep in my chest when she was near. She wasn’t just my personal assistant. There was a lightness around her, an unspoken comfort I couldn’t quite explain. Her lips curled into a playful smile, a soft chuckle escaping her as she fiddled with the small bag in her hands like a child playing with a toy. That smile, it

Suddenly , I am blown back a sudden volt of energy – my body grows limp. My body meets the cold dark ground with a harsh bang. As if in slow motion , my back arches in pain. I let out a hiss , biting my tongue to stop me from screaming out in pain. I turn my head to the side and I see something that was not there before – a mirror. A long mirror that never seems to end , and the only reflection I see is me. I shut my eyes tightly closed , I gather all my energy…and when I reopen my eyes – I see myself in the mirror but with a huge smile. Ignoring the tears rolling down my face , I just concentrate on the smile. It’s that smile that gives me power – it’s that smile that gives me hope.

Me three. ***

He smiles at me once more. Damn, that smile does strange things to me! His hazel eyes seem to almost light up when he smiles, little wrinkles next to his eyes appear, making his face seem instantly more animated. I see him looking at the lock screen of my phone as he goes to hand it back. The picture is of me and my brother with our father at a pack event. All formal.

“Bеlіеvе mе, I’m mоrе than happy.” Hе grinned аt mу lооk оf ѕаtіѕfасtіоn. Hе knеw what hе dіd tо mе, he could undо mе wіthоut еvеn touching mе. I ѕmіlеd whеn he рullеd mе сlоѕе, сарturіng my mоuth with hіѕ.