Stuff To Make You Smile Novels & Stories

“So, what’s on today’s agenda, boss? Corporate world domination? Making interns cry? Scowling at sunshine?” He didn’t respond immediately, but then his shoulders moved, barely noticeable, like he was suppressing another laugh. [Timer: 1 minute 10 seconds remaining.] Okay, keep him entertained, Gloss. Keep him human. I smirked. “I read somewhere that smiling increases productivity. You might actually double profits if you learn to use those facial muscles.” He turned to me, arms crossed. “Do you always talk this much in the morning?” “Yes. It’s part of my charm.”

“Since you have nothing better to do with your mouth, why don't you do something productive and suck my dick?” I just smiled sweetly. “My pleasure.” I won.

Perfect once told the first-batch campers that she tries to suppress smiling like Kim Kardashian and Victoria Beckham, because smiling causes wrinkles. “You know that popular aphorism,” she asked the class. “ ‘It takes 43 muscles to frown and only 17 to smile’? That’s an urban myth that has already been debunked. The fact is, it takes 12 muscles to smile and only 11 to frown.”

Eventually, I sent the message, my heart racing a bit. Her response made me smile, "I know what you mean. Our photos can't capture everything." I couldn't agree more. She had a way of understanding beyond words. "True," I replied, "but they do make me smile." She responded with a playful emoji, "I'm glad. What's making you smile the most?" It was a simple question, but it carried a world of emotions. I pondered for a moment, then typed, "The one where we're laughing at that silly joke you made. Your smile is my favorite."

"I’m just going to... take my leave now. Thanks for the bed, I guess." She made it to the door, but then she stopped. Something about the way he was standing there, so isolated and cold, made her turn back slowly. "You know," she started, her voice gaining a bit of unexpected strength. "You should probably try smiling more often. Even though you’re... well, handsome, I guess, smiling actually makes you look human. You don't have to be a total grump all the time. I know your childhood was trash, trust me, I get it, same here, but stop being so miserable."

"I can't believe you've done all these for me and I didn't realize it. You're always acting grumpy so I could never imagine it. I'm still surprised to know you claim to love me and no one would ever imagine you could've done crazy things because you were stalking me." "Exactly. If Mom ever finds out, she won't believe it." "And..." I peered at him, tilting my head a bit to study the happiness etching on his face. "... you should smile more often, it makes you more approachable and look like a nice person." "Really?" He curled an eyebrow. "Yes. Smile more." I placed my fingers on the sides of his lips to extend his smile. Before I could return my hand to my side, he held it and placed a kiss

I winked at him and continued writing. “What should we do next?” I talked to myself. “Moving on. You know, the best thing to do to move on is to focus your attention on something else. You should make yourself busy but don't forget to enjoy.” I pointed at him. “I am the best mentor you could have,” I assured him. “I thought about something,” I grinned. This would be exciting. “You know what, Oldie? You should try to smile, that would help you. I mean when someone tells a joke or when someone approaches you.” I told him, but he just furrowed his eyebrows.

Justin immediately cut me short, "I brought you here to have some fun and not for you to wallow in self-pity. There is no room for a pity party here. Smile for me, would you?" "Come pretty, smile for me." He urged on. Rolling my eyes, I managed to smile... showing off my thirty-two dentures. "Now, there's the smile that had completely locked me in." He grinned. "Great, can I be allowed to focus on my ice cream?" I asked, rolling my eyes at him. "Sure, and then— after you are done with it, we could play a few games." "A few games?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Sweetheart, you're here." > ••••••••••••••• < Fast and abnormal beats of the heart. Simple things about him make me smile. I feel something tickles whenever he smile and laugh. It feels good whenever I'm with him, cracking some corny jokes, doing some silly stuff, and just wondering around. His smiles make me smile too, and his laughs make me laugh as well. His presence is comforting. He can always make my day in an instant.

” I bit out. She tilted her head to the side and searched my face. ”You’ve gone through more than anyone I've known and you’re still here. You might feel broken and beat, lifeless even, but you’re here. You got up and you got out of the room. But I don't want you to ever fake your smile because if you do, it might never turn real. It is better for you to frown, cry, or just stare than to fake a smile. Seeing your smile should be a gift.”