The Radiance Of Her Smile นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"

The combined glow from the lamp and the flower created a luminous aura, and I couldn't help but feel that the radiant flower was highlighting Ryle just for me. "A she-wolf like you deserves this kind of dream. I'm genuinely happy for you," Ryle expressed, his smile illuminating my face. The Night Lily's glow accentuated Ryle's irresistible charm, making it impossible for me to divert my gaze. His sincere joy for me stirred something profound within me, intensifying my feelings for that magical moment.

I don’t need to. He lets out a short, sad laugh. “It’s rare now. But when she used to smile… Damien, it could light up a whole room. Like the kind of smile that makes you forget your own pain for a second. That’s what it was like. Pure. Soft. When she didn’t have the weight of the world on her shoulders yet.” There’s another pause. His voice drops. “Her real smile… it’s heavenly.” I grip the phone tighter. My chest aches.

Her radiant smile stood out even in the grainy photo. Marcia bit her lip, her chest tightening painfully.

But she had priorities. It wasn't what he said that made her turn scarlet as she's been doing a lot of blushing these past few days, it's his smile. The form of his lips lifted upward. The way his one dimple crinkles. The way his teeth were flawlessly aligned. The soft glow his happiness gives. His laugh was a ray of sunshine, and it sunburned her head to toe. Disgusted with that thought, she waltzes in further

The radiant smile she gave him made the 285 years of suffering from loneliness worth it. ____________

~~~ Her smile wasn't like the other forced and small ones she used to give him. No. It was a wide one; full of innocence and admiration with gratitude. That was probably the first time she'd ever smiled like that and dammit, her smile was radiant and mesmerizing. It was so innocent and it turned him on. How could a fucking smile, something he hadn't kept on his face ever since he was a child for more than fifteen years of his life, possibly turn him on?

Eight months we’ve been doing this, and instead of her glow fading, it only grows sharper, brighter, like she’s some secret I haven’t figured out yet. I stood immediately, pushing back my chair. She spotted me as she was escorted by one of the staff, and on her face that smile warm and lovely hit me like a blow to the gut. I never thought I’d envy light, but I did. Because every time she smiles, it feels like she gives it away too freely, and I want it only for myself. “Lucien,” she said softly, her voice carrying over the clatter of cutlery and murmur of conversations.

The curve of her lips, slightly upturned, reveals a hint of a smile, an indication of the happiness that resides within her even in her dreams. With the gentlest touch, I graze my knuckles along her smooth skin, savoring the warmth and softness that lies beneath. A slight tickle elicits a barely perceptible smile, a small reflection of the joy she brings to my life. It's moments like these that make me realize how truly lucky I am to have her by my side.

"Uh-huh. I've been waiting for you." I'd never noticed a smile before hers. Every time she graced me with it, I couldn't help but return it with one of my own. Her teeth were perfectly straight and bright white, yet that wasn't what made it so spectacular. She had high cheekbones, and when she grinned really big, her cheeks pushed against the bottoms of her lashes. It was like her eyes smiled, too. It was uniquely Randi, and so were the sparkles that danced in her irises like ballerinas.