Smile While Crying Novels & Stories

A handsome devil and he knew it but he was a survivor and I loved it and I hated it at the same time. “What? What’s funny?” He broke the spell; I didn’t know I was smiling in the first place. “Nothing” “Your lips…they are doing that thing they do when you are happy” “It’s called a smile, Flames. I didn’t realize it’s a crime to smile” “Never said it was, Mia” The Mia came out a bit exaggerated from his end. “You don’t want me to speak, you don’t want me to smile, what do you want me to do?”

' I couldn't even cry to my pains, all I was expected to do was to smile. Will that smile let go of the pains I am going through right now? I am now alone in this world even without knocking him out yesterday. No one understand my decision in life, ohh! Maybe my parents' will, but they would end up asking me to smile. I want to cry out the pains, I don't wanna hide it under my smile! Not anymore!

Do I have an incurable disease? What is happening? The curiosity eating at me won't let me stay calm and quiet. Letting my hands off my head, I lay back on the bed and ask. "What happened?" She smiles at me, trail kisses all over my knuckles and forehead without responding. "Did something happen?" I rephrase my question and she shakes her head. "Then why are you crying?" She doesn't reply. Instead, she wipes her tears with the back of her palm, forcing out a smile. If she wasn't crying, I would have thought she looked really proud of me with this smile but I can't comprehend what this really is; crying and smiling at the same time.

I smiled at him, but he flatly refused to acknowledge it, claiming that my smile was emotionless and devoid of any form of vitality. I responded with a face that was completely expressionless by saying, "I do not know how to smile more." He remarked, "Hmm, I know it," and then motioned for me to begin eating. He started tickling me while I was indulging myself in eating, and I ended up laughing so hard that I hurt my stomach and got tears in my eyes. While I was indulging myself in eating, he started tickling me. "Pl..haha..please…st..haha..stop,” I managed to say between my laughter.

uff thank god, she agreed, we had our breakfast and went to company, she sat in the couch and started checking the files, I'm staring at her, this is really painful to see her like that, she is the girl who introduced me to emotions, but here she is the one who is being emotionless, it hurts to look at her like that looking at her smile, anyone can forget their worries and smiles automatically but the same face forgotten how to smile, she can't stay silent for a second without messing around, but she is being professional like an expert this hurts me the most suddenly she turned her face and looked towards me, I signaled her to come, she came near me, I pulled her into my lap, she asked "wha

At times she'd even envy her for not only her smile but the joy that radiated off of her even during the saddest moments. Talia wiped the tears that unintentionally run down her cheeks and tried to compose herself. She knew how much trouble she'd get into if she was found crying and trouble was really the last thing she wanted at this time. She tried to force a smile but regretted it the moment her right cheek ached from the stretch. The swelling was gone but it still hurt like a bitch.

I covered my face in embarrassment, I forgot how my face always became puffed and swollen whenever I cried. “My face is so unappealing,” I said, dropping my shoulders in devastation. “Is that why you screamed?” He asked, and I saw a smile sweep across his face. One day, maybe when we get to settle everything, I’ll tell him to smile more often. I nodded my head positively to his question and he let out a sigh of relief. “It’s not that bad, it’s actually kind of cute.” He commented, making me cover my cheeks with my palms so he wouldn’t catch me blushing. Oh perverted Lila! What was I doing? I should be grieving.

I added, when I noticed he kept staring at me through my side-eye. Then I turned to him, and discovered he was smiling. “Why?” I asked him. “It's so nice to hear you apologize. You look so pretty, while apologizing. You're also beautiful while crying, but you crying makes my heart ache. Don't cry, Scarlet.” “Are you actually joking in the midst of all this?” I asked, with my tears filling up again.

Then the laugh cracked. But it didn’t fade gracefully; it splintered right in the middle of a breath, laughter fracturing into something wet and broken as tears burned behind my eyes so fast I couldn’t blink them back. One second my mouth still held the shape of a smile, the next hot, messy streaks were spilling down my cheeks while the sound I’d been making choked itself into silence. Dr. Harlan kept smiling thinking I was probably just laughing through tears. Then he saw it. Really saw it.

he demanded, finally releasing his painful grip on my face. Then, as if he hadn't just severely threatened me, a bright, fake smile broke across his face. “You are crying,” he observed, his tone completely shifting. I immediately used my hands to wipe away the tears , terrified of the consequences. “Now, smile. Just like I taught you,” he commanded coldly, leaning in closer. “Let me see the smile.” Swallowing the lump of misery in my throat, I forced the muscles in my face to stretch, flashing him the bright, perfect smile he demanded.