Smile Like You Mean It Book Novels & Stories

Helma checked on them once. Smiley was sitting on the couch, quietly flipping through a report. He was so well-behaved that Leon felt a twinge of guilt. The Internet said kids this age could be a handful. Smiley, however, was nothing like that! When Leon finished his work, he started a conversation. "What's that you're reading?" "The Little Prince. It's my mom's and my favorite book," Smiley said with a smile, sliding the book towards Leon. It was his way of sharing.

“How long are we talking? A dozen books? A hundred?” I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. “Let’s just say it’s enough to last me a few weekends, maybe more.” Liam’s lips curled into a teasing smile. “You’re still a bookworm even after all these years,” he said, shaking his head slightly, as though it was some sort of amusing discovery. “Just because I love to read doesn’t make me a bookworm,” I protested not being able to help my own smile because it was hard not to smile when Liam was smiling. He had this contagious smile, the kind that could probably make even the Grinch crack a grin.

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“Now go home, practice your innocent smile in the mirror, and don’t die before Saturday. Oh, and take a breath. You sound like you’re about to combust.” I laughed, picturing myself in front of the mirror practicing smiles like a lunatic. “Okay. I’ll call you after I plan my ‘kindness’ strategy.”

A sharp, delicate kind of laughter, the kind meant to appear harmless to outsiders, but to the person it targeted—it cut deeper than a knife. I had smiled then, because that’s what I had been taught. Smile and let it pass. Don’t make a scene. Don’t give them another reason to remind me that I was not really one of them. I dropped my eyes to my plate, staring at the glistening roast in front of me as if it could swallow me whole.

A smile smeared on my face. Boom!

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

"If I may ask, what's your name?" Gosh, he talks a lot. Having had enough of him I stand up gathering my things and look for somewhere else to seat. I hear footsteps behind me. Quickly I turn around and slam! I thought I hit a wall but no, it was that stupid annoying boy that wouldn't let me be. For the first time since our conversation, I have a proper look at his face. "Hi," he smiles at me rubbing slow circles up and down my arms steadying me. His smile makes me want to, smile. Is that even possible?.

as much harsh that sounded, I need to clear that up with him. Whether he was surprised or taken aback, I wasn't sure because he was still smiling like nothing ever happened. I'm starting to think that my words, or my voice itself doesn't carry much conviction. "You shouldn't dislike your friends," his soft smile almost melted the wall I had purposely built. "And you should smile more," he added which caught me off-guard a bit. "I am smiling. I always smile," I told him, appalled at his words. I am always smiling, right? Or not?

Sazkia smiled, so far Lina never knew that the book she was reading was her book because Sazkia never said she was actively writing in online novels. "Why smile, smile yourself?" Sazkia looked at Lina who had given up reading the book she had just picked up. "It is okay" Lina looked at Sazkia's laptop and observed Sazkia's hand movements. She was surprised at the website her friend was opening. She frowned, trying to analyze that he was familiar with something Sazkia was reading. After she understood, Lina sat down and opened her cellphone. “Don't say that you also like that novel! So far, you've always said you don't have time to read novels, right? Why do you like reading novels now? "