Smiles Softly Novels & Stories

I say smiling. He smiles at me revealing his white pearly teeth; I can’t help myself but smile too, he’s smile is so contagious, pity he doesn’t smile more often. “You should smile more often” I softly slap my cheeks; I hadn’t realized that I said that out loud.

she replied in a friendly tone. The man felt at ease and took a seat beside her. They engaged in a lighthearted conversation, and a smile adorned Emine's lips. For some inexplicable reason, she felt comfortable around this man. Aiden observed it all—her smile was breathtaking, a burst of radiant sunshine. It illuminated her face, captivating everyone who saw it. Her lips curved gracefully, revealing a row of dazzling, pearly white teeth. Joy glistened in her eyes, reflecting the warmth of her smile. It was a sight that could melt hearts and bring happiness to the world.

Alex reassures me with a gentle smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in amusement. As I watch Alex, I can't help but notice how incredibly handsome he looks when he smiles. It's a rare sight, but when it graces his lips, it transforms his face, lighting up his features in a way that is both captivating and endearing. In that moment, I find myself wishing he would do it more often, allowing me to bask in the radiance of his smile. With a sheepish grin, I thank him once more, feeling a surge of appreciation for his unexpected kindness.

For Stephanie, that smile was a silent message amid the ordinary rhythm of office life. After this encounter, Stephanie felt as if time had slowed. She returned to her work, her heart beating in quiet celebration. She thought back to the smile over and over. It was a signal that spoke to her in a language beyond words. Even if it lasted only a moment, it made her believe that somewhere beneath his professional exterior lay a softer side.

His eyes found mine again, and my breath stalled. No, it had stopped the second I crashed into him. “Brian?” His voice was so soft, so gentle, like it would shatter if he said my name any other way. “Hm?” My eyes widened, my throat dry. “Breathe,” he whispered. And just like that, my lungs obeyed, dragging in greedy gulps of air. “Good.” He smiled. And God, that smile. It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t calculated. It was real—exactly the kind of smile you keep in your chest for days afterward.

"If I may ask, what's your name?" Gosh, he talks a lot. Having had enough of him I stand up gathering my things and look for somewhere else to seat. I hear footsteps behind me. Quickly I turn around and slam! I thought I hit a wall but no, it was that stupid annoying boy that wouldn't let me be. For the first time since our conversation, I have a proper look at his face. "Hi," he smiles at me rubbing slow circles up and down my arms steadying me. His smile makes me want to, smile. Is that even possible?.

I reach out, hesitating just above the gear shift, my fingers trembling. And then I do it. I place my hand gently over his. For a second—maybe less—nothing happens. And then he turns his head, just slightly, and looks at me. Our eyes meet. Time slows down. He doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t flinch. He just... looks at me. And then, he smiles. Soft. Warm. Real. And something inside me breaks—and heals—at the same time. It’s not the kind of smile that says “I’m proud of you,” even though I know he is. It’s not pity or patience. It’s something else.

She already was stressed enough. "Yeah you got the softest lips",Scott muttered and we all looked at him. His smile made me chuckle. Yeah they were very soft. I loved her soft lips.

Natalie patiently asked. When she asked this question, a faint smile unconsciously appeared on Jake's face that left Natalie stunned. The pale, handsome face of the young man sitting in front of her suddenly looked gentler. The smile, even though small, was too beautiful to the point it made people angry. His soft pink lips curved slightly upwards, his long eyelashes trembled... This face was made to smile, yet this was the first time Natalie had seen him do so. Now Natalie got curious. What is it that made him have such an expression on his face?

A soft smile curves my lips. Rowan’s face brightens as he slowly smiles back. And just like that, I let the moment linger.