Smiles Softly Novels & Stories

Something unbreakable. A soft smile spread across her flushed face as she whispered into the quiet room. **Forbidden never felt this good.**

“Now you always say ‘my children’ or ‘my twins.’” I couldn’t stop myself from smiling again. “They are my children.” “I know.” “And hearing you say it every few minutes is becoming interesting.” I laughed. “Is that your professional opinion?” “It is.” He leaned back comfortably. “I’ve also noticed something else.” “What now?” “You’ve become softer.” I frowned playfully. “Softer?” “You used to walk into meetings looking as though you were ready to fire half the company.” I laughed again. “And now?” “Now you smile at your phone every time Alex sends you a voice message.”

I say. He smiles and faces upward, so as to get an even tan on his face. I smile too. The smile I have is really just a slight upward movement of my lips and cheeks. It's not the one that I've learned to do, but it's something of my own. Ves says that because I don't show any teeth, I come off as placid, which according to her is a good thing. "Dane texted me the other day," says Pike while looking up. I raise an eyebrow.

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.

Her smile is soft, sad, and perfectly calculated to seem genuine. “It won’t take long,” she says quietly. “But I think you need to hear this.”

It was a soft and warm smile. “Don't be sorry. I'm glad you didn't listen either,” he said.

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.

Jessica smiled. Sophie pointed dramatically. "There." Jessica sighed. "Stop doing that." "Doing what?" "The smile thing." Sophie leaned back in her chair. "No." Jessica narrowed her eyes. "No?" "No." Sophie folded her arms proudly. "I worked hard for these smiles." Jessica blinked. "What?" Sophie looked completely serious. "Months of dedication." Jessica stared at her. Then laughed. Again. That laugh was happening more now. Not all the time. But enough. Enough that it no longer surprised her every single time.

I mean at least she got some things done. She turned towards me and apologized. I accepted her apology... I mean she looked cute and I can't get into a fight with her...at least in front of this manager. I gave a head pat. Her hair was soft........silky and the smile she gave was adorable. She was the second person who has a good smile other than Martin. Martin's smile was what relaxes me from the tension and now her smile is making me feel at ease. Her small smile is reminding me of the half-moon I once used to love. Her smile was relieving the stress. It gave me a pleasant feeling........... Her smile made me calm........ it made my mind feel calm that I have been longing and yearning for.

Ayana had taken great care to capture the depth and sincerity she often found in Adam's gaze, knowing it to be one of his most defining features. As she focused on his smile, Ayana couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth radiating from the canvas. His lips curled upward in a gentle arc, exuding a genuine sense of joy and kindness that seemed to leap off the painting. It was the kind of smile that could brighten even the darkest of days—a reflection of the light-hearted spirit that endeared Adam to everyone he met.