Smiles Softly Novels & Stories

Sophia held out a piece of tissue to Rachel and rubbed her back gently. They stood at an empty section of the toilet. The floor above them was the room where the final court case was to be held. "Everything is going fine. Why are you crying?" Rachel dabbed her face with the tissue and sniffed "Don't worry. They are not sad tears, I'm just so happy. I can't believe that the day I've been waiting for since the last six years is finally here…."

A smile of relief played on her lips while her eyes softened, letting go of all her fears. A soft smile appeared on his lips. Caressing her face, he crashed his lips against her, making her hum in satisfaction. He sucked her lips like it was the most delicious candy he had ever tasted. His tongue caressed her lips and she willingly parted them, allowing him to explore her warm cavern. She let out a soft moan when his tongue caressed her tongue, entangling with his.

James said grinning. "Now that's a good plan. You know, this is the best thing I have heard all day." Sophie equally said, grinning back at him. She takes her juice then sips from it, her eyes glinting.

"You're not a robot after all." ​I felt a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. "Maybe not," I admitted softly. ​"Awww, you just smiled!" she beamed, pointing at my cheeks. I immediately pulled my face back into a serious look. ​"I didn't smile." ​"That wasn't so hard, was it, Softie?" she said teasingly again, batting her eyes at me. ​I furrowed my brows at the sound of that word 'softie.' She burst into a hard laughter, and the sound was so catching that I found myself uncontrollably smiling again.

"You should be grateful. You would've been dead long ago if my face hadn't been ruined so suddenly." I looked at the madness in her eyes and listened to her speak of Adrian as if he were some flawless prize. I nearly started giggling. 'Perfect? Is she seriously calling him perfect? A violent drunk of a man who breaks me down day by day before waking up with his lips dripping with insincere apologies? Fine. If that is the perfection she wants, then she can have him.' Sienna glanced aside. Chester Middleton, who had been waiting nearby, stepped forward and placed the anesthesia mask over my mouth and nose.

Gently rubbing her thumb over my cheeks. “If you agree to this, then hope for the best. Anything can change.” She tiptoed and tilted her head to the side. Her lips pressed against my cheek. Soft like feathers. I tilted my head. My eyes fixed at her lips. “Careful! I can misjudge your sympathy.” She smiled. “I won’t mind.”

She smiles warmly at me, putting me at ease again. “That’s good to hear.” “You’re quite soft for a wolf.” Lia teases with a chuckle. “Only to those who matter.”

I turned to Rose, my voice soft as I asked, “What are your interests?” Her lips curled into a sweet smile, and I watched as the shadow of disappointment left her face. That smile of hers—radiant and full of warmth—was captivating. She probably didn’t realize how mesmerizing she was when she laughed like that, a sound that seemed to come straight from her happiest memories. Her joy was infectious, and before I knew it, I was laughing with her.

"You’re being weird. Even for a psychopath." I expected him to growl. I expected him to throw my hand off and roar about respect. But beneath my palm, I felt his cheekbones shift. My breath hitched. I could see the edges of his mouth—the cruel, hard line that usually dictated life and death—soften. It curved upward, slowly, into a genuine, soft smile. It wasn't a smirk of triumph or a cold grin of malice. It was… sweet. The most feared man in the country was smiling because I’d scolded him.

No hesitation. And downstairs, Damien smiled when he heard the soft click of metal through the floorboards above. She was beginning to obey. But not out of fear. Out of something else. Something dangerous. Something beautiful.