Tender Smile Novels & Stories

"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend. Yes, you can take care of us. Yes, Adam. Yes." The smile that broke across his face was not the thin, self-deprecating smile of the past week. It was not the controlled, professional smile of the CEO or the polite, distant smile of the man at the reception in Zurich. It was a real smile — wide and unguarded and almost painful in its intensity. The smile of a man who had been holding his breath for a decade and had finally been allowed to exhale.

“Not just talking. You were smiling.” I paused for half a second. Damn Marcus and his semi functioning memory. Tariq dropped his fork like it was breaking news. “Smiling? Like actually smiling? Not the polite one or the fake public one, but the real kind?” “I smile all the time,” I muttered. “False,” Rafeal said. “You smirk, you glower, you look vaguely constipated sometimes, but smiling? That’s rare, my guy.” Tariq barked a laugh. “So who was she?”

It was the least she could do after making him uncomfortable. “You don’t have to do that.” The bartender fled and she faced the man with the whiskey voice. His nose was wider than most but his eyes were striking with the long dark eyelashes. Beautiful, even. “Call it my version of an apology. My mood has nothing to do with you. I’ve been on edge all day.” He lifted his drink and took a sip. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” He put down his drink, ran his palm over his thigh then offered it to her. “I’m Smiley.”

Henry said as he flashed a smile as sweet as a child's favourite sugar candy, revealing a row of naturally neatly arranged white teeth. Ah, Tania smiled back, He is so good looking; it's not fair, she chuckled.

In my previous life, my boyfriend's female best friend, Yvette Larson, decided to play a cruel prank on the firefighters with a few of her friends. They deliberately set off the fire alarm in our apartment complex and filled one of the rooms with smoke. "When the fire trucks get here, we'll hide and film them scrambling around trying to rescue everyone. This is going to go viral!" I did everything I could to stop them. I warned Yvette that they were wasting emergency resources and could even cause a stampede. However, she called me a buzzkill, and my boyfriend accused me of sticking my nose where it did not belong. Hence, I secretly called the property management office and tipped them of

"Wow! Professor King, is this your little one? So adorable!!" "He's the spitting image of Mr. Guller, so... was Mr. Guller just as cute when he was a kid??" "Come on, the cuteness has to come from our Professor King!" "Hey, little buddy, how old are you now?" Smiley held up one finger and sweetly replied, "I'm Smiley. I'm three years old. Hi there, big brothers and sisters!" "Aw, what a charmer this little one is!"

And I don't want to give him an excuse to get close to me. The piece of meat I pop into my mouth melts as I chew it, the meat is so soft and tender, and the taste of the sauce is exquisite. "It's really good, isn't it?" I look at Wolfgang, who smiles at me. That smile is not threatening, not mocking, nor is it a subliminal smile, or a fake one. Wolfgang is smiling tenderly, and now I realize that he has dimples when he smiles. My heart beats so hard I fear he can hear it from where he is.

He bits them, swiftly surpressing the smile. I tilt my head to the sides. "Is that a smile I see, Desmond Smith?" "Why won't I, Monique Saints?" He finally let's the smile take over his face and damn this man is beautiful... You know when a man is too fine, handsome is strong even to describe him. "You're a natural entertainer..." Is he talking? Because I'm still trying to figure how he pulls off this smile that gives him a very hot and beautiful look. Smiling should be ab offence on Desmond Smith. I mean, he could literally just break hearts and end relationships with a single smile.

My heart jumped with happiness, and I tried to keep it in check so Bright wouldn’t notice how desperate I was. It was him. Bright. He walked into the room with a distant look in his eyes, but when he saw me, he gave me a tender smile. He looked tired and worried, but his expression softened when he saw me. It wasn’t just any smile, not one out of obligation. It was a genuine smile. One of those signature Bright smiles that seemed to come from the honest side of his heart, those smiles that softened his whole face, lit him up and made him incredibly attractive.

Sonia smiled and touched his handsome face. "Although you seldom smile, I know what things make you smile." "Really?" He raised his thick eyebrows. "Tell me." "When you tease someone, you smile. When you play a trick on someone, you smile. When you make a fool of someone, you smile an evil smile. When you are unhappy, you sneer coldly with your mouth closed, and..." She trailed off and her eyelids flickered. When he looked at her like this, he smiled. His smile was real and very gentle.