Novel & Cerita Smile Behind The Pain

Hello Readers! First, I would like to thank you all for reading Pain Before Bliss up until this moment. It has been such a joy writing it and I never thought I would write this much for this book. I never had a storyline written out for this book and I just let my thoughts and my heart run free, but it ran so seamlessly and I will forever be grateful.

Two big events are going to happen And then comes the huge smile.omg Its so beautiful sight to see. "MashAllah.you smile.you really smile" "Thats what humans do"he rubbed the back of his head shyly "I guess" Then another question took my mind.Why doesn't he smiles often.Whats stopping him. "What took your smile" I asked in serious tone.All smile gone from my face changing into graveness. That changed his demeanor completely telling me his guards are up again.A pained look moved through his eyes and face.

Smiles. ~Mmeso Writes

Midnight stated coldly while his eyes were full of boredom. "Now, now that's not how you greet your cousin Night," Dr. Zithea stated with a mischievous grin and provoking Midnight. "You annoying brat, stop talking. You still owe me something," Midnight said with a glare. "Yea, yea, I'll replace your console. Sheesh, you're rich; you don't need me to be doing that," Dr. Zithea said, then rolled her eyes as a sign of annoyance.

A smile smeared on my face. Boom!

Paul smiled, and it was the real one, the one that actually reached his eyes. Not the grin he used to needle, sharp and testing. Not the one he wore when he was bored and waiting to be entertained by someone else’s discomfort, lazy and predatory. This smile was controlled, measured. Open without being vulnerable. The smile of someone who knew exactly where to stand and how much to give without giving everything.

he murmured, his words carrying a philosophical weight that caught me entirely off guard. He was smiling as he spoke, but there was an underlying, profound sadness tracing his words that made my brows furrow in deep confusion. "W-What are you talking about?" I demanded, looking at him skeptically, my voice wavering slightly. He didn't answer right away. Instead, he simply turned his gaze away from the horizon to meet mine. Beneath the gentle smile he was offering me at this hour, I could sense a deep-seated misery and pain hiding just under the surface. It was a fleeting glimpse behind the alpha mask, and I could see it clearly reflecting in the depths of his eyes.

I will not shift into my wolf and I will also not be a punching bag during training too. “You cannot fight back.” Caleb said, as though he could read my mind. I smiled. Just another way to feel more pain. “Yes Alpha.” I said and gave him a small smile. I wanted happiness but I knew happiness wouldn’t last.

And then, when they try to beat them up, they have to deal with an unrelenting fighter and someone who barely feels pain but still likes to exaggeratedly yelp and howl upon the slightest hit. For example; *smack* "Ooooooooww!" He would tell in pain a little too blandly, then remember that he has not expressed the pain properly and so restart with a louder pitch; "OOOOOOOOW!! IT HURTS SO MUCH! MY PRECIOUS BACK, SORRY, MY PRECIOUS LEG....hair!" The major problem is that he usually expressed his pain loudly but his face would look very relaxed. In the end, the offended people will end up with nothing but more frustration and anger.

“He’s been through hell and back.” Images flickered through my mind. Everything he had endured. Everything he had carried. Everything he had stood through without breaking. “He has been through enough,” I said, more firmly now. “So why can’t he reach it?” My essence looked at me for a long moment. And then— She smiled. Not amused. Not distant. Sad. “Sometimes,” she said gently, “our loved ones minimize their own success.” The words struck immediately. “They smile through their pain,” she continued, “and compare it to what the rest of the world suffers.”