Smile Write Novels & Stories

” I bit out. She tilted her head to the side and searched my face. ”You’ve gone through more than anyone I've known and you’re still here. You might feel broken and beat, lifeless even, but you’re here. You got up and you got out of the room. But I don't want you to ever fake your smile because if you do, it might never turn real. It is better for you to frown, cry, or just stare than to fake a smile. Seeing your smile should be a gift.”

Smile tried to help him stand again. He bit his molar teeth and toned down his voice to show his sincerity even though it was full of hardship. “They are an evil schemer, but they are not a devil. They had their reasons. They should do a good thing with the power they had, instead, they killed my brothers and sisters.” “I know, I know.” Smile’s face was distorted, and wrinkles formed everywhere. Sleepy nodded a few times. “We will reform them. Please.” “No matter how much I hated them, I still love them. Even though this mouth denies them, this heart is against the idea.”

Williams pointed out. “Is that part of your Dad’s principles?” Cohen raised a question. Williams shook his head. “No,” he answered. “Dad believes smile is a medicine, but I have a different opinion about it. Too much smile will make people take you for granted. That’s the only Dad’s principle I am against, and I created mine to replace it. Though I never tell Dad about it because I don’t know if he will welcome it.”

Not something pathetic, for a few seconds, I can’t speak. The city lights continue sliding past outside. Finally, I manage a weak smile. “That’s a nicer way of saying stupid.” To my surprise, the corner of his mouth moves. Barely……But it’s there. A smile, a real one. The sight startles me so much that I actually stare. Dante Wolfe smiling feels like witnessing a solar eclipse. .

I don't have friends - I am not sure if that is something that I should be proud of. Well, it's not like I don't try to approach my classmates or try to interact. It’s just that I have a weird smile. No, it's not the type of smile that involves weird and rotten teeth - I have perfectly white and straight teeth. You see, my smile is fatal and dangerous. Just one look at these weapons and even the ferocious growl of a mountain lion would seem harmless. If this were a comic, I would call this attack: The Killer Smile.

I asked. She nodded. I took it. Surprisingly, the paper was completely dry and neat. I unfolded it carefully. The handwriting wasn’t childish at all. "The gloomy weather needs your smile to make it beautiful again. You don't know this, but your smile is my favorite kind of sunshine. This rose is just a small reminder that someone out there finds you breathtaking. Smile for me?" My breath caught.

She hands it to me with a sweet smile. The snap looks sweet. She captured the moment beautifully. On the back, she has simply written: Let's be friends. With Love, V. ***

I wanted to admire her beauty one more time before I saw the real thing. The moment I opened the folder, her smile filled the screen. It was a happy, radiant smile that perfectly captured the essence of the campaign. She wasn't just posing; she was becoming the brand. She was nailing the vision I had in my head, and I could tell from her expression that she’s genuinely enjoying the work.

“You’re messing with me, aren’t you? I can never tell when you do that? Why don’t you smile or something?” Why don’t you smile. You wouldn’t believe the amount of times I’d heart this question. I gave him the answer I always did. “I don’t smile.” Simple and short. “But you do.” I looked at him. “Excuse me?” “You do smile. When you’re stepping on the skulls of your enemies. It’s a scary sort of smile.” I shrugged. “Guess that’s the only thing that brings me joy.”

Neha waves at them and Aaron smiles, “Okay.” He had a really beautiful smile. When he smiles, it feels like the sky is smiling with him and all the dead flowers are alive again. It seems like when he smiles; the whole world smiles with him. They walk out of the hall and started walking toward the parking lot. “You know, it's so funny” half smiling, and Sara looks at him, which makes her smile too and her dimple appeared. He stopped talking when he saw her dimple, he loved it and then he completed his sentence, “that you broke your phone while running inside.”