Smile Full Book Novels & Stories

I finally let him go and stood back to look at him. "Damn I'm glad to see you." I told him and smiled, now despite my dark persona and appearance I have been told that I have an infectious smile, blessed with the type of full lips most women get injections for, my smile is actually a bit lopsided, but is genuine and always touches my eyes. It was the type of smile people that always caused people to smile back. Which is exactly what Mark did, flashing me that killer smile that had spread more legs than a gynecologist.

And smile. A slow knowing smile...

And then she smiled at me. It was not a polite smile. It was not the kind of smile people gave when they were trying to be nice or when they wanted something or when they were performing friendliness for the sake of social ease. It was a full smile, genuine and completely unguarded, the kind of smile that came from somewhere deep and came out before she could stop it. She smiled at me like I was a person worth smiling at. Like I had done something kind. Like she was actually glad I existed. Something in my chest rearranged itself permanently.

“You smile at everyone.” “YES. BECAUSE. I. AM. FRIENDLY.” “Be less friendly.” “NO???” His eye twitches. “I don’t like it.” “WHY?” He pauses. And for the FIRST TIME in twenty chapters… He hesitates. Then— “Because your smile isn’t… ordinary.” I freeze. He looks away quickly. “Forget it.” “NO. NO, SAY IT.” “It doesn’t matter.” “ETHAN.” He sighs. Long.

Eyes still closed. Legs trembling. Then he just took one book from the shelves. “Here,” he said, stretching his arm out. “Take a look at this book.” I quickly snapped out of the moment. It was as if I had just woken up from a very interesting dream. He looked at me with a tiny, knowing smile—one that almost mocked me. It was the first time he had smiled genuinely at me. “This book—Lost in the Ruins of His Heart—it’s a really deep love story,” he said with a tone that carried a strange joy. “It follows the journey of a girl searching for her identity.”

My mouth watered, even though I'd just consumed a whole meal and my drink was still in my hand. He stared at me with a lazy smile on his face, and I think I went weak in my knees. I should have hoped he gave me a guilty smile for going through my stuff and reading my book, but my knees almost gave way under me for that lazy smile that just looked gloriously. I'm sure my face was all red once again, and not just from embarrassment. "Hi" I squeaked, his smile went from lazy to amused under a second. "Hey" "H-hey" his smile widened.

she sniffled with a smile on her lips. “Well I'm not award-winning funny, but I made you smile,” I pointed out. “Come on,” I bumped her shoulder with mine. I grabbed a book. “Tell me how this Oohy-Gooey system works.” “It's Dewy Decimal System,” she laughed, then she snatched the book from my hands and began to explain. Her lips parted and words came out, but I wasn't listening to none of them. I just smiled and nodded and even threw in the occasional 'OK' and the good ole 'I Got It' here and there. For a human, she was easy on the eyes.

A welcome change from the damp, expected mustiness. His smile was one of the things that first captured my heart. It wasn't about technical perfection, though the way his dimples winked and his teeth flashed white certainly didn't detract. It was the way it transformed his entire face, crinkling the corners of his eyes with genuine warmth. It held a silent promise of laughter and shared secrets, a spark of joy that was utterly contagious. Somehow, that crinkled-eyed grin managed to disarm even the most guarded defenses, leaving me feeling instantly at ease.

I chew the first piece of the cornetto and can't help it, a moan of pleasure escapes my mouth, making Filippo give a satisfied smile. “You look beautiful when you smile…” I cover my mouth, God, today I am giving my thoughts too much voice. “You also look beautiful when you moan my name…” “Bastard!” I throw the pillow in his face, but he deflects and the pillow falls on the floor. > At the company, ten minutes before lunchtime:

I felt his warm breath on my ear sending shock waves down my spine. “Smile," he continued, his voice lower and softer. “They smell fear." I frowned, staring at him. " I know, but try harder.” I focus on a tight smile, one that I have nurtured throughout my years with Tobias, trying to be the perfect wife. The smile felt more natural than my actual happy smile. Happy? The word tasted bitter. Strange. Distant A smile was no longer a thing of joy but rather an armor One I had used to his my fear, my sadness, my loneliness and my fear