Tender Smile Novels & Stories

VIENNA “Hey girl!” I call to my friend Nessa as she walks in the restaurant at the lodge, pulling her long dark hair into a ponytail as she walks. “Hey!” she calls back, flashing me a bright smile. Nessa has so many beautiful features- full lips, high cheekbones, almond shaped eyes- but her smile is by far her best. You know that cliché phrase about how someone’s smile can light up a room? Nessa’s the kind of girl that phrase was coined for. I had a shitty morning, but her smile improves my mood in an instant.

, he whispered as his trepidation about Ryan’s rage stressed him inside, He was aware…gentle and kind is not Ryan’s nature…! Ryan raised his lips in a fake beam, which was clearly visible, he compelled himself to smile. And don’t know why…? ... But it seems like a slightly comical, that Tara who was petrified by his intense gaze earlier, pulled her lips inside her mouth for an urge to control her laugh. Finn chuckles covering his mouth while Jim beams. “Hi… Everyone…Shall we start…!...”, Ryan gives stress to every word with a forged smile as this tenderness is difficult for him… What is gentle…?... he doesn’t know…!

This is how the future would be. They stood beside the bed of roses. There were roses of all colors. They were beautiful and the aroma filled the air with a sweet scent. As Charlie was getting closer to Logan her heart decided to skip a beat. His soft warm lips were gently pressed against her lips. The moment of the kiss silenced her thoughts. She is transported to another world. A world of comfort, happiness, enjoyment, and love. Her whole body began to tingle as he wrapped his arms around her. She felt like time had stopped as they stood at the rose garden. It was true love she was feeling. Love she never felt before. A desire for the moment to never end. Charlie then stepped away from her

She brought her free hand up, covering her mouth, struggling to contain the deep, painful sob that threatened to erupt. “Oh, my beautiful boy,” she whispered, the words choked with emotion. “You smiled. You truly smiled.” Her face softened, the rigidity dissolving instantly. For the first time since Paros, I saw the true Isabella break through—vulnerable, real, and utterly captivated. A raw, genuine smile bloomed on her face, a mirroring of Ivan's simple joy. It wasn't the sassy smirk or the guarded smile I was used to; it was the pure, unfiltered expression of a woman who had just been handed her reason to live.

A smile spread across my face as I reached out to caress his cheek with my soft, warm palm. Tyler's fingers intertwined with mine, his touch bringing a surge of comfort and happiness. He raised my hand, placing a tender kiss on my palm, his lips leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. It was such a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes of the love and tenderness that blossomed between us.

So I discarded the part of me that was unimpressed and chose to see the sweetness in this gesture. I ground my lower lip between my teeth, certain that my cheeks were flushed. Tucker saw this and pressed on, his thumb running over my knuckles. It simultaneously soothed and enticed me. His smile widened, sweet and unassuming to the untrained eye. “Tell me, Emma, who do you belong to?”

she said with an amused smile before taking a sip of wine. I leaned back slightly in my chair. “What question?” “Why someone like you is still single.” I chuckled softly. “Maybe I’m difficult.” “Oh, you’re definitely difficult,” she replied immediately. I laughed again. “You figured that out already?” “You have this very intimidating aura,” she teased. “Like you secretly judge everyone around you.” “That’s because I do.” Claire burst into laughter. That sounded warm and strangely comforting. I smiled faintly before taking a sip of whiskey.

"Ms. Henderson's married to her work, alright. I'm her husband, and I barely catch a glimpse of her. She didn't get home until midnight yesterday, and by dawn, she was out the door again." Mentioning that morning seemed to hit a nerve. Macie's face went through a quick series of emotional changes, her guilt plain as day. Right then, the waiter came in with the drinks. Dressed to the nines in a tailcoat, he was the picture of elegance, like he had stepped right out of a medieval portrait. The ladies could not take their eyes off him. As he set down the wine, he shot Macie a sly wink, almost too quick to catch.

Guys like Gerald didn’t look at girls like me. She rolled her eyes. “That’s exactly the problem. You need to talk to people, girl. Smile more and when I'm talking about smile, not that polite librarian smile you give strangers, I mean an actual smile.” “I do smile,” I argued. “Mm-hmm.About as often as my grandmother updates her phone.” Tessa said. I laughed under my breath and turned, letting her inspect the dress from a different angle. She bent slightly, tugging the hem. “You know, if you had two more inches of leg showing…..”