Smile Obsession Novels & Stories

Oliver says and we exchange a tender kiss. He is sincere and boosts my self-esteem, I followed the diet that the nutritionist suggested and every day I apply the cream to my stomach, I know that my body will not go back to what it was, but I am happy with the change, after all, I had four babies and that's not for everyone.

My gaze drifted to his lips and back up again. Now I was pretty sure there was something wrong with me—because I was starting to become obsessed. He noticed the way I looked at his lips, and a small smirk tilted the corner of his mouth. He looked glorious with just a smirk. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. My heart jumped. Ugh, great—because nothing ruins a perfectly smoldering moment like a phone call from someone you just know you wanna slap through the screen. I didn’t even check the ID yet, but something told me the universe was about to play a sick joke on me.

What do you think. Hope smiled a little through her tears. With a princess flag on top. Yes with the biggest princess flag he promised. Now close your eyes sweetheart. We are right here. We stayed with her for over an hour talking softly about happy things. Beach days and ice cream and the new baby brother coming soon. Slowly her breathing evened out and she fell back asleep between us. I looked across at John in the dim light. This is not just nightmares John I whispered. Someone is putting these ideas in her head. The obsession is reaching for the next generation. We cannot ignore it anymore.

he gave me that smile again that seems to be captivating me. itsclarixass

Ambrose held back his smile, "You asked how long they'd been fighting together." He argued, knowing there was more that she was letting on. He knew from experience when Sephora was up to something. She was utterly unable to stop smiling, as if she knew that she was about to be caught red handed. She was indeed smiling like that now, though she was trying to look confused, "That's hardly an obsession, Ambrose." Sephora drawled, kicking the red dirt. Ambrose grinned, he had her pinned down and she knew it. She even glanced up at him, saw his smile and huffed a dramatic sigh, just as Ambrose chuckled.

He replied immediately. Then his eyes narrowed slightly. “And you don’t make it better either.” “Me?!” It came out in pure shock this time. How did I become the problem now?! He looked at me like he was completely convinced. “You smile at everyone.” I blinked several times, not processing it. “Because they’re talking to me?!” “It doesn’t matter. Just smile for me only, okay?” He said it in a completely flat tone. Oh God… This man is impossible. I frowned while trying to push his hand away from my waist.

And that attraction was lethal making him want her more and more each and every time when she would come infront him. For some odd reason, that girl was becoming an unhealthy obsession for him.

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

Ciaran smiled, the corners of his mouth curling up, almost making him look cruel. "Are you losing your nerve, Ozias?" Ciaran mused, tilting his head to the side. He was a predator watching his prey squirm in his hold. My own smile ripped my face in half. Cruel, cunning and absolutely devastating, that's what my smile had been called. "No, I just want to make sure we are all on the same page."

I hear myself say. The observation slips out before I can filter it. Old habits. Old training. Look closer. Analyze. File away. He blinks. “I’m sorry?” “You don’t smile,” I repeat. “Not really. You do a thing with your mouth that suggests you’re aware a smile is expected.” “That’s… specific,” he says, a little thrown. “Specificity is my area,” I say. “This job breeds it.” “Maybe I’m just tired,” he says.