Stuff To Make You Smile Novels & Stories

A smile tugged at my lips as I poked at the pile with my fork. “Okay, what’s the twist?” I asked. Liam leaned back in his chair, pretending to be serious, but his eyes were sparkling with mischief. “The twist is that I made them myself,” he said, his voice dramatic. “And I might have added a little extra syrup… by accident.” I burst out laughing, feeling the warmth of the morning sun and the weight of everything that had been heavy in my life begin to lift, if only for a moment. These simple moments with Liam, these small bursts of happiness, made the rest of the world feel a little less chaotic.

Your own mother tried to kill you. I blinked back sudden tears and pasted a smile on my face. The smiles had gotten me through tough times. I’d read online that the physical act of smiling—even if you were unhappy—could improve your mood by tricking your brain into releasing happiness-inducing hormones. So I’d smiled all the time as a teenager, and people probably thought I was crazy, but it was better than sinking into a darkness so deep I might’ve never clawed my way out.

Of course I grab it immediately and can’t help the smile that comes to my lips. Kids are so damn cute. It only took this to make me feel better.

I declared. "It's going to be impossible because I need this look. if I always smile they will take it for granted and not understand me. it would be so hard to ask them to do things because they would not want to listen to me.You'll be too friendly so sometimes it's good to be stern " He explained and it made sense

I take out the diary that I bought on the way here. "Take this," I hand over it to him. "Write one goal for each day and try to complete it. Increase the number of goals a week later. And –" "Does making you happy count?" He catches me off guard, flicking over the pages and looking at me. "That is...that is...." freaking me out, "not a proper goal," I shake my head, shrugging. My cheeks feel warmer than my mug was. "No, seriously," he stands up. "I like to see you smile, especially when I make you smile."

I feel like it will tear from smiling. She laughed. "Just smile slowly. You're a G," she teased. I pouted. "Of course, I have to smile. I have to be approachable in the eyes of the customer especially since I am the one who opens up to them," I reasoned. She laughed. "You're such a good worker, ah. Keep it up." I rolled my eyes. "Shut up, girl. It's draining my energy." "Take it easy. Rest at least once in a while."

“Scarlett, Emily just sent me a message about you wanting to impress the people, what is that about?” I rolled my eyes at her question. Of course, Aunt Emily would be dramatic about passing on such simple information. Forcing a smile, I clutched the phone hard, “Oh, it’s not like she put it but its close. What do I do to put a smile on people’s faces?” “Food,” she simply said. “Everybody loves food. Prepare a meal for everyone. Maids, guards, members, anyone who is hungry. Make this a thing, once a week or twice, the people will love you.”

Ever since I basically told Bellamy to fuck off, I've felt lighter and happier. I smile much more and I do things- I don't really know how to explain it but I do things! I had just finished packing up my stoneware into a box, I added styrofoam balls on top of the plates. Somebody tell me why packing is so fucking refreshing? Or maybe it's the 'I'm finally learning how to be independent and away from Bellamy' jitters that are making me so happy.

“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.