Smile Graphic Novels & Stories

(smiley emoji) Sissy: Thank you! (heart emoji) Yannie Ace: Is Josh with you right now? Sissy: Hmm. Why? Do you want to talk to him? (wink emoji) Yannie Ace: (blushing smiley emoji) I felt my cheeks warm up at Yannie's emoji. Sissy: I'll tell him to chat you (smiley emoji) Yannie Ace: Nah, it's okay, Ate. Sissy: Why? You're changing your mind so quickly, hahaha!

Greg notices me looking at them, and he smiles, “What?” I shake my head, “Nothing.” He looks suspicious, “You’re doing that thing.” “What thing?” “The emotional smile.” I gasp, “I do not have an emotional smile.” He nods seriously, “You do.” I narrow my eyes, “You’re lucky you’re hot and attractive.” He looks delighted, “I know.”

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.

Tobias had this cheeky grin on his face and as much as I was angry at Chase, Tobias had this contagious glow that made me want to smile too. "There it is, there's that smile I was looking for. Keep smiling just like that and they may just put your photo on the front cover."

“Gorgeous, that is not a problem as it’s all of our favorite tea as well.” Giving Gavin the credit for smiling is something of an inner joke. He doesn’t smile. Not in the average description of both ends of your mouth turning up into a smile. He more…smirks. Only one side of his mouth turns up. I think we’d all hit the ground if he were to give a full smile. He was born smirking and that’s all he’s ever done. Even his parents back that up.

“But I really am and I want to tell you that-” His smile stopped me dead in my tracks. It was such a slow, easy smile that somehow completely transformed him. His eyes sparkled warmly and his features softened into something comforting but still powerful. The long jagged scar that marked the side of his face almost vanished against the brilliance of his smile.

I stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"

"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend. Yes, you can take care of us. Yes, Adam. Yes." The smile that broke across his face was not the thin, self-deprecating smile of the past week. It was not the controlled, professional smile of the CEO or the polite, distant smile of the man at the reception in Zurich. It was a real smile — wide and unguarded and almost painful in its intensity. The smile of a man who had been holding his breath for a decade and had finally been allowed to exhale.

Grace. "Laugh more often. I like seeing your smile. It's very sweet," said Grace, smiling meaningfully. Without realizing it, she was really paying attention to Yogie earlier. The woman never thought that behind Yogie's cold face there was hidden a unique smile that was so sweet. Gummy smiles. Isn't that as cute as its nickname? Hearing this praise, Yogie couldn't help but smile shyly. Not only did she succeed in making Yogie laugh, Grace also succeeded in making the man awkward, causing a blush to spread across his cheeks.

the old man continued with a challenging smile. ****😔🙄😔***