Smile Graphic Novels & Stories

“Up to how many levels?” Smart and Smiley surprisingly so engaging in awe. “Only up to 30% and I am ashamed.” Orange’s face flushed with pity. “Why should you?” Smiley was tiny, a bit frowning under his mask. “For a matter of fact, it’s powerful enough.” “Enough to buy time in case of emergency.” Sleepy that stayed silent from the start had to open his mouth to acknowledge and validate his power, admiring the man. Orange reflexively scratched his head, unable to react properly at the sudden compliment that he least expected.

I uttered, lifting my gaze back at her. Her eyes were dimmed and fixed directly at my mouth. She pointed at it and said, "It doesn't suit you, one bit." "Really?" I chuckled, finding her words funny. "Yeah. You look weird when you grin. Maybe a smirk would be better, not a smile, " She advised. I found myself cackling at her words. It was just hilarious. Maybe it's because of the completed work that's why I'm feeling so jovial today. "Tell me, what do you want me to get for you? " I asked both Brielle and Tania.

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.

She squinted and then smiled. “Hi “Nicole greeted him with a polite smile. She walked over to him and he shook hands with her before asking her to follow him. Nicole turned back and smiled at the secretary who first talked to her and waved at her. The secretary bowed slightly and smiled back at her. The secretary admired Nicole at once and liked her. Nicole‘s smile is contagious. Her smile automatically makes you have a relaxed facial expression and willingly reciprocate it. Alex took Nicole to his office. A well-furnished room with a sophisticated sofa. The desk was made from special timbers, maybe mahogany to be precise.

Slim I stared down at her, waiting for her to speak. Her eyes widened just a bit, and I knew I caught her off-guard. But as she laughed, I raised an eyebrow. "That," she paused to laugh. "That was smooth," she said, pulling away from me as she laughed. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back against the railing, waiting for her to sober up. As untimely as this was, it amused me how she could laugh in serious situations. It seemed like the only time she was genuinely happy.

Habitually, my gaze was drawn to the painting on the wall, just as it was every night. The painting of Neil still shone with that radiant smile, as if, in the quiet of the night, he were softly speaking to me. I stared into his eyes; his smile, so pure and sincere, only deepened the ache in my heart. The painting was something I had commissioned specifically, investing a great deal of time and thought to ensure the artist captured Neil’s most genuine essence. In the painting, Neil’s smile is unguarded, his eyes clear and sparkling like morning dew. His brows are slightly arched, and his lips are gently curved. I remember this expression vividly; it was from a sunny afternoon when he was hold

Perfect once told the first-batch campers that she tries to suppress smiling like Kim Kardashian and Victoria Beckham, because smiling causes wrinkles. “You know that popular aphorism,” she asked the class. “ ‘It takes 43 muscles to frown and only 17 to smile’? That’s an urban myth that has already been debunked. The fact is, it takes 12 muscles to smile and only 11 to frown.”

His smile turned into a broad grin. “They breed for us.” Fuck no.

ಠ⁠ᴥ⁠ಠ Ser feliz 🌹

With a smile. ____