Smile While Crying Novels & Stories

All they will ever see shall be the happy and carefree me. That's right! HAHAHA! I will smile. I will hide behind a smile. I will hide behind my laughter. And let me... Let me keep the darkness to myself... HAHAHAHAHA! "Maru..." Tiny Slim called again after he saw his friend laugh out loud all of a sudden. He was finally alarmed by the disturbing changes of emotions that his friend enacted before him. But something changed again before he could touch Maru’s body. From his crying form in the wet soil, Maru stood up as if nothing happened and smiled a beautiful one.

To prepare me for life in the Moretti underworld, my boyfriend, Adrian Moretti, had his childhood friend, Chloe Marino, arrange a robbery drill for me every month. At first, they only stole my phone. Then came a knife in a parking garage, followed by someone tailing me late at night. Once I even opened my eyes in the middle of the night to find a masked man sitting on the edge of my bed with a gun pressed to my forehead. Afterward, Adrian told me, "Evelyn, if this is enough to scare you, you're only going to hold me back." Today was the twelfth time. A bullet grazed my ear and buried itself in the wall. Blood ran down the side of my face. I fell to the ground while Chloe stood at the curb, l

he said. “How come you’re so cool about it?” I asked. “Do you want me to cry?” he asked. We both smile. My tears are falling. “Don’t ruin your make-up,” he said. “I know you’re going to be okay,” I said. “Don’t assume. I might cry later,” he said before mimicking an ugly cry. “Oh…you’re still cute even when you’re crying like that,” I said. He shook his head but still has that smile on his face. I know it’s not easy to accept the situation instantly but he’s trying to be calm.

There was Milli, my friend standing beside me and noticing my drooped down face. "Yeah! I am fine." Adjusting my viel, lifting up my face I answered correcting the withered face and trying to structure my lips in form of a smile. Smile is an action which has become foreign to my face, my lips seem to forget its natural laughter and now they struggle to even remember and fake it.

I saw her smiling in the sleep when I was massaging her foot. I don’t know how to keep that smile on her face always.. I always making her cry instead of smile.. Really I don’t know how to talk with her nowadays.. Because, she doesn't mind my words if I say it softly.. At that same time, she cries when I say it angrily.. FLASHBACK ENDED

I broke down in emotion, crying so pitifully that a severely injured person like Brian had to coax me back. "Crying is ugly, smiling... it's better to cry...." Brian said while frowning; every word he uttered seemed like he wanted to take his life. I put my finger on Brian's lips, stopping him from continuing. For his peace of mind, I also tried not to cry; I forced a wry smile. My face must be terrible, but Brian looks at me gently.

I raised up my brows ushering her to give me an answer. When she said nothing, a smile crept up my lips. “I will take your silence as approval. Friends then” I pulled my hand for a handshake. She slowly pulled hers out. We held each other's gaze. “Since we’re okay now, at least smile” I got a glare from her in return. “A sick person doesn't smile” “From which source. From what I know, it helps in recovering. The expression on your face is scary. Like-” “Like a ghost right?”

But I still try to smile at her. Yes. At least I can still smile even though my heart is crying. Because I don't like to see the pitying glances people

He leaned in closer and whispered, “Smile.” She shut her eyes tightly, biting down on her lip. Slowly and painfully, her mouth curved upward into a forced smile. The screaming flowers went silent. She opened her eyes horrified and whispered, “No.” Her father's voice dripped with manipulation. “Yes. Even false smiles hold power. The world doesn’t care if you’re hurting inside; it only wants to see your teeth.” She stumbled backward, clutching her chest while her lips quivered against their will, trying not to frown—the smile felt like it was locked in place.

I wondered though what made him so sad. "1096, you will soon go to a nice place." He told me as he flashed me a smile. However, with an advance intelligence like mine, I could tell that his smile was not real base on the muscle movement around his facial tissue as well as the amount of energy he exerted just to sport that smiling face. Besides, a simpered smile only required six muscles to move; which was relatively less compared to a real smile because a real one would require a minimum of ten muscles to move. In which not only the upper lip and corners of the mouth were lifted, but also a few muscles within the eye corner would have to be moved. However, despite knowing all of that, I dec