Smiles Softly Novels & Stories

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.

– Robert smiled ________________________________________________________

She smile .................TBC.......................

He smiles. “Exactly.”

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.

"Soft. Gentle. Slow." A smile tugged at the corners of Adam's lips as he nodded, his eyes softening. "As you wish." He moved with a deliberate tenderness, his hands caressing my skin with a feather-light touch. Every movement was unhurried, filled with a gentleness that made my breath hitch. He was honoring my request, making sure every moment was exactly what I had asked for.

I smile softly, feeling grateful, "thank you." ----

(smiles) A. Gupta