Smiles Softly Novels & Stories

As she looked at me, a warm smile formed on her lips, radiating kindness. “You must be Julian,” she said, her voice carrying a soothing tone. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Her smile reached her eyes, illuminating the room with its genuine warmth. I couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward, my smile faltering as I nervously replied, “Ahh, sorry, I’m Daisy.”

I stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"

he softly but dangerously greeted. I hid the trembling of my lips by putting on a small smile, "What are you doing here?" "I told you, I'll get you out of here. And I'm back!" he chuckled like a mad man. What happened to the soft Dave I've known back then. He used to be so gentle, caring... back then, I see his smile as the most beautiful part of him. He always have this beatific smile that will make you want to smile too but right now... I can't even see the genuineness his smile used to have.

he said softly, his fingers brushing mine briefly as I took it. I dabbed at my mouth, narrowing my eyes at him. “Flirt,” I muttered under my breath, the word slipping out before I could stop it. And then he smiled—a real, genuine smile that reached his eyes. It wasn’t the usual smirk or expression of smug amusement. It was something softer, something that made my chest tighten in confusion.

she turned to me, smiling briefly but brightly. Her smile was brief but radiant , the kind that lit up her whole face in an instant. It was soft yet full of warmth, like the sun breaking through after a long rain, leaving behind a glow that lingered even after it faded. By the time dessert came, the tension between Sylvia and me had softened. Not completely gone, but no longer sharp and painful. More like a memory healing slowly. Each time with her had become less sharp and painful. I could smile now without regrets.

He leaned in closer and whispered, “Smile.” She shut her eyes tightly, biting down on her lip. Slowly and painfully, her mouth curved upward into a forced smile. The screaming flowers went silent. She opened her eyes horrified and whispered, “No.” Her father's voice dripped with manipulation. “Yes. Even false smiles hold power. The world doesn’t care if you’re hurting inside; it only wants to see your teeth.” She stumbled backward, clutching her chest while her lips quivered against their will, trying not to frown—the smile felt like it was locked in place.

If anyone saw him now, being scolded by a human, they would faint in shock. Amber noticed that he is smiling again. "Why are you smiling like that?" She sat up on her knees and frowned at him. She moved her hair away from her face with the back of her palm offhandedly. He too sat up and moved her hair away from her face, which fell back again. He took her face in between her palms still smiling softly. "You" he replied. "Ha?" Amber looked at him with confusion. "I am smiling at you" he explained looking into her cute almond-shaped eyes.

My mood dropped. I drew the curtains apart. The light hit instantly, golden and warm as the soft evening sun filtered through the narrow gap. It stretched lazily across the floor, claiming the space little by little as I spread the fabric apart. The warmth kissed my face, and without thinking, I smiled. It wasn’t much — a faint, tired smile — but it felt good. The sky outside was a rich, fiery orange, the kind that made everything look softer, calmer. I stood there, letting the glow wash over me, allowing my smile to widen just a little more.

It is the most adorable, heartbreaking little expression, a silent plea that says, "Please don't chase me away." A soft, unplanned smile appears on my face, “I’m saying I’m fine… thank you, Luka,” I explain, unable to bear hurting someone this pure and cute. Just as suddenly, a tiny, bright spark ignited behind his eyes. His lower lip snaps up, banishing the pout.

I smile. "Alright, don't yell," I say with a grin. "I believe you trust me, and you have your reasons. But since we will have that talk later, I will wait. I can be a very patient woman." "Okay," there goes that sexy smile again. I can see why Effie, Thea, and Lily told me about the intense infection of Wolfe's billion-dollar smile that you can never resist.