Smiles Softly Novels & Stories

Flashes from their camera phones came nonstop. “Smile, Sam,” Damian whispered, his lips pressed on her head. “Show your friends that you’re happy. Afterall, isn’t this what you wanted? Big smile, darling.” “Stop mocking me,” she hissed. Damian only chuckled, his fingers caressing her back seductively.

I felt his warm breath on my ear sending shock waves down my spine. “Smile," he continued, his voice lower and softer. “They smell fear." I frowned, staring at him. " I know, but try harder.” I focus on a tight smile, one that I have nurtured throughout my years with Tobias, trying to be the perfect wife. The smile felt more natural than my actual happy smile. Happy? The word tasted bitter. Strange. Distant A smile was no longer a thing of joy but rather an armor One I had used to his my fear, my sadness, my loneliness and my fear

uff thank god, she agreed, we had our breakfast and went to company, she sat in the couch and started checking the files, I'm staring at her, this is really painful to see her like that, she is the girl who introduced me to emotions, but here she is the one who is being emotionless, it hurts to look at her like that looking at her smile, anyone can forget their worries and smiles automatically but the same face forgotten how to smile, she can't stay silent for a second without messing around, but she is being professional like an expert this hurts me the most suddenly she turned her face and looked towards me, I signaled her to come, she came near me, I pulled her into my lap, she asked "wha

"You act like you don't want anyone to notice you, but you walk around like you're expecting a fight." I stare at him for a beat too long. "Then maybe you should stop looking." He smirks, but it doesn't reach his eyes this time. "Too late for that." He's actually... handsome when he smiles. Who would've thought? It's not like the smirk he usually wears, the one that says I'm bored or I know something you don't. This smile is real—soft at the edges, just for a second. It slips out before he can stop it.

I nodded. "Yes. If I make you smile, you'll grant me a wish." He smirked. "Sure. I'll grant your wish if you make me genuinely smile," He agreed. Oh, he agreed? I was just joking. He's challenging me, so I'll make smile. But okay, I'm a woman of my word. I will do everything to make him smile and even laugh. I am Sofia. I might be broke, but I'm still happy and fun to be with.

“Ok, well, have a good day.” She smiled softly. It didn’t reach her eyes. Honestly, it wasn’t her normal smile. It was a fake smile. I recognized that smile. It was the one she would put on when people she disliked would talk to her, but she still had to be diplomatic. It hurt. My chest throbbed in agony. “You too.”

Mae says, still smiling, “that Dr. Cecilia will continue to work diligently on her assignment. Given everything, the sooner the tension in the household is resolved, the better for everyone.” I keep my face where it is. My assignment. She means the therapy. She is saying she means the therapy. Her smile is saying she means the therapy, and her eyes are saying something she is not saying out loud, and the particular way she has framed all of this. “My assignment.” I repeat, keeping my voice level. “You mean the therapy sessions.” “Of course.” She says. The smile does not shift by a millimetre. “What else would I mean?”

A sweet smile suddenly appeared on my face. This blue-eyed youth was stunned, then returned my smile with a seductive smile. He came closer to my ear, "I can't wait," he whispered which made the hairs on my neck stand up. His voice sounded so soft and gentle, when in fact he sounded heavy and manly.

His grin quickly weakened, replaced by a more serious expression as he felt the weight of my gaze. Damian was always one to carry good news, but sometimes his pranks were less than amusing. And that smile? It made me uneasy. I shifted my gaze back to Anita, who was still standing before me. There was something about her presence that always calmed me, a strange warmth that settled deep in my chest when she was near. She wasn’t just my personal assistant. There was a lightness around her, an unspoken comfort I couldn’t quite explain. Her lips curled into a playful smile, a soft chuckle escaping her as she fiddled with the small bag in her hands like a child playing with a toy. That smile, it

"Good Piper,very good." "Ammm.... Can you please smile Ah-In." Mrs Blessing says politely. "I am smiling." Ah-in groans, obviously struggling to keep her posture. "Okay ....." Mrs Blessing draws out. "Try harder, let's see your beautiful teeth." Ah-in streches her lips to reveal a set of white teeth, her smile more a deadly glare. She really ain't cut out for smiling, she automatically looks like a psychopath with that smile on. "We sure need to work on that smile of yours." Mrs Blessing confirms, she sure saw what I did.