Solo Leveling Smile Novels & Stories

" You don't smile a lot so I know real from fake," " But It's real!" I said, perplexed. That was a real one. " Maybe you just don't know my smiles as well as you think," I crossed my arms against my chest as he spoke so fondly of my smiles. " There's the victorious smile, but usually it's always a smirk. The one for Lucas, it's the excitement and most real one, and then, there's Wyatt's smile, the one from the heart, gentle and shy; cheeks burning, butterflies erupting in the belly and pure tenderness and admiration," he explained. Azriel's voice was freaking pure and amazing. Soothing to listen to,

Wasn't that a right of passage or something? Dee mulled that over. "That might be better. When you finally do fall, whether you open up to Matt or someone else, it will be forever." She pushed her salad plate away. "You had a rough week, huh?" Understatement of the year. I felt bad for unloading on her, though. "I'm fine. Are you packed for Seasmoke?" She smiled and clapped her hands like an excited monkey. "Yes. Beach, sand, sun. I got a new bikini. I can't wait to wear it."

It barely rang before someone answered. "Ms. Stanton, do we need to step in early?" the person on the other end asked. My gaze fell on Dexter's name in the notebook as I replied, "Wait two more days." … Dexter leaned against the guard booth window and let out a wolf whistle before raising his phone and snapping a series of photos of my back. "Hey, the beauty of the neighborhood is wearing a pretty short skirt today." He had already added vulgar captions to the photo of me bending over to change my tire in the underground parking lot. "Free trial. 150 dollars for the night."

The position is proper, the way an Alpha holds his Luna when the pack is watching. Through his teeth, without moving his lips, he says, "Smile." I smile. It is the smile I have been practicing, the one that reaches my eyes just enough to pass. I hold it while we move through the first steps. The music is slow, and the pack watches us carefully and I give them nothing. My feet follow his. I have practiced it in my head a hundred times, watching Sailyn and Damos at other celebrations, memorizing the way she moved, the way she tilted her head, and the way she looked at him like he was the only person in the room.

Bobby sucks in a sharp breath. A slow smile pulls at my lips. Game-changer.

Jitoo said with amusement. "Your smile is beautiful, you should do it more often." Sean compliments. "He's right, your smile can light up the entire shop." Jonas said while smiling back at Mina who felt shy for the compliments she's receiving from the squad. "I love your smile, please do it more often." Tom adds and I chuckled softly on how they are completely unaware of the glares coming from their girlfriends.

I positioned my phone -Barry, as I liked to call it- on a chair following the instructions from countless myriad users. I’d gotten better over the past few days, doing my best to mimic their style. Set the timer- position yourself in the middle of the grid-lines- make sure the picture is bright enough…. Big smile- Peace sign-Crossed legs... okay, maybe not that last part. I practiced smiling on the camera a small smile, then a smirk, then I widened my lips as far as I could the sides of my mouth opening to show the sharper sections of my teeth. Maybe not that one….

Why don't I find things funny like they do? I squished my lips up to try once more, yet nothing. This has been part of my routine for almost two years now, yet, every time I tried, every time I practiced, it never worked. I don't know how to smile. 'Let's try doing this another way, Sher,' Robyn sighed. 'Just follow my lead.' She added. 'How so?' I furrowed my brows. 'Try lifting one side of your mouth first,' she began, using her front paw to describe. 'Just quirk it up a bit, like you're about to grit your teeth but in a more simpler way.'

Smiles. ~Mmeso Writes

"Now smile. Not a big grin just a small, knowing smile. Like you have a secret." I try, and she nods approvingly. "That's the one. That smile says 'I know something you don't.' It's perfect." She pulls out her phone, checks the time. "We have an hour before the car comes. Let's practice a few more times." For the next hour, I walk back and forth across Lila's apartment. Each time, my steps become more sure. My smile more natural. My shoulders straighter. Lila coaches me through it all.