Smile Behind The Pain Novels & Stories

He stopped in front of me and I looked up at him through the haze of pain. His face was transformed. The careful composure was gone, replaced by something hungry. Something that lived behind his eyes only in moments like this. His lips were curved in a smile that never reached his eyes — a smile of pure, unadulterated satisfaction. The smile of a man who had found exactly what he was looking for.

Her eyes were dry. The cameras followed her. Click. Click. Click. Each step a photograph. Each photograph a story she could not control. She smiled. She did not know where the smile came from. It was not a happy smile. It was not a brave smile. It was the smile of a woman who had learned, in a long line of hard lessons, that showing pain to people who wanted to hurt you was the same as handing them the knife. The doors were ten feet away. Seven. Five.

As I lay on the operating table, I sobbed until I could hardly breathe. "Sienna, please... don't do this. I'm begging you. I can't lose Adrian." I had always been terrified of being in pain, but what frightened me more was the thought that she might change her mind halfway through. Sienna lifted my chin with a gloved hand, the back of it cold against my cheek. "I've wanted this face for a long time." A strange, feverish light flickered in her eyes.

, mom said in astonishment while touching my forehead and neck, examining my conditi "where's the pain, my lovely daughter?", dad asked worriedly while checking on m i can't stop myself anymore, they're hilario "hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha another hahahahahahahahaha", i couldn't help but laugh, they stepped backwards and looked at me in surprise, i laughed even mo “what do you think? mom, dad? i'm not going to die, i'm not in pain hahaha”, dad just shook his head at my nonsense and then went back to his seat. mom looked at me seriously, so i was a little nervo

I never thought this when I was hurt. I was forced to illness within. No one evaluates the pain. They say do smile. Smile brings relief. Can an artificial laughter also heal? Forget me, myself within. What a pain is life. Earth is at misfit. Earth at misfit stares at me. They say I was stillborn. Next time, someone with illness will be in womb killed. I still stand to audience. I still can speak. But what do I see? No one is listening to me. There is talk in the audience. Will business she speak?

Smile tried to help him stand again. He bit his molar teeth and toned down his voice to show his sincerity even though it was full of hardship. “They are an evil schemer, but they are not a devil. They had their reasons. They should do a good thing with the power they had, instead, they killed my brothers and sisters.” “I know, I know.” Smile’s face was distorted, and wrinkles formed everywhere. Sleepy nodded a few times. “We will reform them. Please.” “No matter how much I hated them, I still love them. Even though this mouth denies them, this heart is against the idea.”

"You do not know what I live through. The people who suffer the most are the ones who smile the most." He jumped over the rocks and reached his hand toward me. I hesitated, then took it. "We hide our pain behind real laughter." He held me firmly while I jumped beside him. He exhaled roughly. "I am not like that." I asked with curiosity. "Do you suffer? I actually felt that." Our feet touched the cold sand. I grabbed his arm, shivering. "Oh God. It is cold." He looked at me and pushed me slightly away. "Stay back." I punched his shoulder playfully, as if I had just found a new friend. He clenched his teeth in annoyance.

I thought he was shy of girls. “My ankle has twisted and you want me to smile even now?” I grit out, not frowning at him. His face is in another direction before he looks at me, letting me realize how close our faces are. I immediately jerk back, throwing a death glare at him. He smirks. “Then learn to smile through the pain, Hoor, it'll come in handy.” This bastard! “I don't want a stupid picture of ours in magazines,” he continues, letting my lips feel his hot breath as he speaks.

How she locks up herself in her room for a whole day, how she zones off while having breakfast and how she forces a smile whenever she is asked a question. I've studied her this much, but she confessed she noticed my pain too. How? I've trained myself from a young age. My smile has been my mask, a perfect way to hide my pain from the public. Even Chris wouldn't notice unless I opened up towards him. Then how was Felza able to notice my pain? I was rendered speechless by her words, and she laughed even harder, “It's not hard to notice. I feel like your smile is a mask you put on to hide your pain.”

Ariana Vance agrees to a paper marriage to Damon Sterling — the ruthless, untouchable billionaire — to save her family’s collapsing empire. The deal is simple: two years as his perfect, obedient wife, then a quiet divorce. No feelings. No expectations. No love. But Damon isn’t the cold, heartless man the world sees. Behind his icy armor lies a man scarred by loneliness and burdened by a dangerous legacy. As Ariana slowly unravels the layers of the man beneath the mask, the line between pretense and reality begins to blur. Late-night conversations, quiet glances, and moments of unexpected tenderness awaken something in both of them — a connection neither can deny, nor afford to keep. Ju