Novel & Cerita Smile Write

Jones muffled, chuckling intermittently. He let out a smile again flashing his tobacco stained teeth(I really messed up in his storyline). I let a small chuckle as his smile reminded me of an emoji, the emoji's smile had all 36s showing in a funny manner. P.S: let's be reminded that the colour of his teeth and that of the cute smiley emoji can in no way,come into mind at this comparison, that subject is significantly abrogated from this context as we limelight the focus; the similarity between both smiles.

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.

Damien. Damien: Did she roast you? A smile crept across my face before I could stop it. I typed back quickly, No. I’m in my office already 😊 His reply came almost instantly, like he’d been waiting. Damien: I’m sorry about that. I bit my bottom lip, fighting a grin. My thumbs moved before my brain could catch up. It’s fine, I wrote, adding a tiny heart I deleted three times before settling on a simple period. Professional. Totally professional.

Only unanswered questions lingered in Smiles's head, leaving her hanging in space, in the world of questions. Trying to calm herself down, she saw them, Mark and Xena. Walking towards her, it's like a test on her self-control. Watching them with the malicious smile on Xena's face was no good sign but her being Smiles, the only last one of her kind, she could only brave up herself, putting in a straight and happy face.

Slim I leaned against my car in the parking lot, waiting for the familiar sound of the bell to signal the end of the school day. Feeling restless, I absentmindedly touched the cut on my cheek, then reached for the cigarette I had tucked behind my ear. I lit it up and took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling slowly. As the bell rang, I dropped the cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with my shoe. The doors swung open, and students spilled out, eager to escape the building. People approached me, much to my displeasure. Being popular seemed to make sense to others, but it held no appeal for me. I disliked social interactions of any kind, but I tolerated them.

“He is weird like that.” “I wanted to give it to Mr. Connell, if I gave him a portrait of Kayden smiling, it might help with his condition.” Crystal confess with quiet empathy, she was very worried for Mr. Connell. “I just can’t get it right, his face is always hard and he doesn’t smile, the only time he does is when he does something demeaning and I tried to draw that type of smile.” She swiped through the drawings and Petra laughed. “This smile would give Mr. Connell a heart attack.” She laughed even more. “Since you are doing this for Mr. Connell I think what you should do is make Mr. Smith sit down so you can do it properly.”

" I added so that this will work already. He rolled his eyes as he tried looking away. We are practicing or I am convincing him to smile more often. Smiles describe you as a person. People always received good impression from us if we love smiling. People will find us nice and kind if we always smile to them. It is easy to communicate and it is not hard to approach those people who knows how to connect using a smile. That is why I am telling him to do it. I wanted to see the most genuine smile of him. I stared at him. He massaged the bridge of his nose as he slowly lifted his gaze to me.

‎ ‎River smiled. ‎And this time, it wasn’t teasing. ‎ ‎It was victorious. ‎

I can't breathe. A hidden platform beneath the stage slowly lifts her up, like a corpse rising from the dead. And when she sees me, she smiles. Shit. That smile. It’s not just any smile; it’s the kind that takes your breath away, leaving you frozen in place. Her lips curve upward in a way that feels both intimate and electrifying, like a secret only we share. It’s a smile that reaches her eyes, making them sparkle with a mischievous glint, as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.