Smile Write Novels & Stories

" Wayne's smile grew as he pondered this thought. He couldn't contain his excitement, especially since he was alone in his house right now. A radiant smile accompanied his fingers as they typed out a response to Leigh. To: Leigh ‘I'm eating now.’ *Three heart emojies* Sent.

he smiles I paused in the moment, a smile spreading across my face. His words just made it all so real. I’m about to marry my fated mate. This is amazing, it’s something a girl dreams of all her life and now it’s actually here and my mate is this amazing, compassionate, gentle giant who happens to be an Alpha.

Then a warm smile works up to his face, as he calmly apologizes. "I am, so so sorry for his immature driving. We're sorry." He flashes a cute grin at us, at least it was cute at first. Before it slowly turned fake, his eyes squinting slightly, with his lips. Oh gods! What is happening to them? It twitched and curved upwards in an uneasy manner. Like the smile would kill him. He couldn't even hold the grin for long. "He is terrible at making a fake smile." I thought to myself. "I'm Daniel by the way. Daniel smith."

"Okay then, mention one time that you smiled. Try reaching deep into your memories, and tell me one time you smiled." I did as he said, and reached very deeply into all my memories box stored in my head. He is right, I don't smile much! I coughed nervously. "Well.. I do.. I do smile, to customers." I stuttered, knowing what I just said is really foolish. Of course, I have to smile to customers or they might not come back. Who would want to patronize a grumpy person. Simone raised an eyebrow, "okay fine. I give up, I do not smile that much.."

Cristine doesn't like feeling like a prey when she's with Tristan. "Well, your tone isn't exactly pleasant." "For the time being, I'll take it," Tristan said with a lovely smile. Cristine isn't sure whether he's mocking her, but she can't deny that his smile had her hooked. For the sake of everyone, he should grin less. It also has the potential to trigger a heart attack. For those that are interested. Even if you don't have Tristan's killer smile, smile. If you can't afford to smile, even if it's free, you're the poorest person on the planet, right?

He asked, face scrunched, brows drawn. "I didn't think you'd be a gullible, little wench, but then, I'm always up for a little surprise. I'll let you enjoy me dealing with your whoring ass before I swoop in for my big kill. PS: If you keep ignoring me, who knows what I'd do next. Have fun, Jadey." He reads it out like I need to hear it in his voice to understand what was written. "Wooh, Jesus christ. This is some intense shit. Who writes stuff like and ends it with a smiley?"

Jacob walked behind me, his own eyes cast down, thinking about what lay beneath the mystery of my smile. Smiling gently, lips in a sweet curve, I walked alongside Jacob. My smile was the slow and deliberate kind, a slow smile spreading across my face like a sunrise sweeps across the sky. But Jacob had no idea why I smiled; the satisfaction and control I felt surged through my veins. He looked at me, seeking my eyes for an answer, but I simply continued smiling back in amusement with a glint in my eyes, savoring the moment.

A satisfactory smile crept onto my face. ***

Dad and I moved out of our old home overnight. I also changed my number and found a new job as a waitress in a cafe. One afternoon, I was wiping glasses behind the counter. There weren't many customers in the cafe that day. The windchime on the door suddenly tinkled. Reflexively, I lifted my head and said, "Welcome." The glass slipped from my hands when I got a good look at the newcomers. It fell to the floor and shattered into a million pieces.