Novel & Cerita Tender Smile

For Stephanie, that smile was a silent message amid the ordinary rhythm of office life. After this encounter, Stephanie felt as if time had slowed. She returned to her work, her heart beating in quiet celebration. She thought back to the smile over and over. It was a signal that spoke to her in a language beyond words. Even if it lasted only a moment, it made her believe that somewhere beneath his professional exterior lay a softer side.

I will call myself as a terrible woman if ever I will be the reason if one day he will lose those smiles again. I smiled to him. I didn't know what I did to get lucky like this. I mean Rozieden is handsome, tall and almost perfect on his appearance. But knowing that he is always trying to change his self for me...feels like heaven to me. "Please, wear that smile everyday, Rozieden." I uttered suddenly. Yes, I really wanted to see that smiles of him. He stared at me intently until his eyes reaches my lips. "Yes, I will." He answered and smiled again.

Then he smiled after he let go of my hug. "I'll make up to you, that's a promise," I said. "You don't have to, but if that's what you want, I'm willing," I smiled at what he said. Tine is kind and sweet, boyfriend material, and very down-to-earth. Any woman can fall for him but I don't know if I'm one of them. ***

The lady answered. " Then what type of smile is a happy smile?" Holden couldn't help but ask. A smile creeped up the lady's lips on Holden's question. " Well I think a happy smile should be just like this; " The corners of your mouth turns up in a natural curve, you grin naturally and laugh like this" The lady answered demonstrating it. " Com'on, close your eyes and imagine what I am talking about" She said and Holden slowly closed his eyes. He suddenly could see himself in an unfamiliar place, which looked like a seashore. He was putting on white throughout and before him, was a lady putting on a white dress. He couldn't see her face clearly but only saw her lips which was creeped up in a w

"She's stubborn to a fault, isn't she? Well, I'm curious to see just how much she values her stubbornness." I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palms. The cafe manager hurried over to us when he heard the commotion. He immediately nodded and greeted Julian when he spotted him. "What are you doing here, Mr. Luther? Please have a seat!" Julian didn't even spare him a single glance. Instead, his eyes were trained on a small, porcelain cat figure that was placed on the shelf behind me. I had personally made the cat figure during my spare time. It looked identical to the one that I had given Jillian Luther, Julian's younger sister, years ago.

He was practically begging her to just give him a single, tiny crumb of affection. Diane stood perfectly still for a long time. She looked at his face. She studied the heavy, dark circles under his eyes. The desperate, starving way his gaze clung to her. The absolute, pathetic ruin of a man standing in front of her. And then, very slowly, a smile touched the corners of her mouth. It wasn't a warm smile. It wasn't the soft, understanding smile of a woman agreeing to a truce. It was sweet. It was so incredibly, terrifyingly sweet. It was the exact kind of smile you give to a golden retriever that just tried to do a complicated trick and completely failed.

"Why just smile, honey? Are you imagining how to be. . . ow " Irawan then stroked his arm which was pinched by Saskia. He smiled then kissed the face of Saskia who looked at him without paying attention to the gazes of all the guests. Why are you always teasing me? I'm ashamed to hear your request. Just imagine me not yet, let alone ... "

I stuttered, words crumbling, my brain short-circuiting between shame and want. He chuckled, dark, dangerous and, amused, like he’d caught me red-handed and loved it. Then he smiled, it was not the arrogant smirk or the lethal grin. It was a real smile, slow, crooked, and devastatingly soft at the edges in a way that made my heart stutter worse than my pussy. “Wild little thing,” he murmured, voice dropping to something almost tender, almost fond. “My wild little human.” His free hand lifted gently now cupping my jaw, thumb brushing my swollen bottom lip.

I gave her one last weak smile and headed out to where Todd was waiting. One glance at him, and the world felt slightly less shattered. Todd O’Connor, my best friend, is the perfect definition of a teenage heartthrob. Silky jet-black hair, dreamy blue eyes, and a tall, well-formed muscular frame. He was leaning against his red Cadillac, and when he saw me, he flashed his perfect smile—the one that never failed to make my heart do a foolish little flutter. However, his expression shifted the moment I got closer. His smile vanished, replaced by a fierce intensity. He reached out, held my wrists, and pulled me gently toward him. His familiar, comforting cologne wrapped around me.