The Smile Has Left Novels & Stories

He leaned in closer and whispered, “Smile.” She shut her eyes tightly, biting down on her lip. Slowly and painfully, her mouth curved upward into a forced smile. The screaming flowers went silent. She opened her eyes horrified and whispered, “No.” Her father's voice dripped with manipulation. “Yes. Even false smiles hold power. The world doesn’t care if you’re hurting inside; it only wants to see your teeth.” She stumbled backward, clutching her chest while her lips quivered against their will, trying not to frown—the smile felt like it was locked in place.

He said, his lips curling into something similar to a smirk but not a smirk. Zenith never smiled or showed any sign of happiness. He has lost the ability to do that when he walked out of fire, bruised and scarred.

He deliberately trailed off, sliding his hand down Kelly's arm to grab her wrist. I sniffled, but as I stared at that hand that had held mine countless times before, I suddenly found that I had no tears to cry. My voice was a lot calmer and steadier than I had expected when I said, "No need. We're no longer an item, so I wish you two all the best." With that, I turned to leave. The smile on Zachary's face froze momentarily, but then he let out a scoff. "What's with the tough and stubborn act? You'll definitely come crawling back to me within three days. Anyway, I guess I'll just have to enjoy myself with my new babe for today."

"Stop asking me more questions and just leave!" "Fine, I'll leave," Stephanie said, her voice unexpectedly soft. But it was her next action that caught me off guard. She flashed me a smile, a genuine, warm smile that reached her eyes. It was a fleeting moment of vulnerability, a glimpse of the person behind the façade. The smile transformed her face, erasing the calculating glint in her eyes. For an instant, I saw a glimmer of humanity, a connection that transcended our strained interactions. Then, just as quickly, the moment passed. Stephanie turned and left the room, leaving me stunned and perplexed.

I forced a smile on my face, a calm smile that I hope will help in calming her down, she doesn’t need this, this kind of stress, she is still recovering, she is still weak, she really shouldn’t be crying, I have to console her, I have to make her feel better. I feel so torn up inside, my heart is broken that I have to leave, my throat feels clogged, I feel the pain of leaving Hazel deep in my chest but there is absolutely nothing I can do about it, i have to bear this pain alone with a smile on my face, a reassuring smile that will prove to her that I am alright, that she will be fine without me. I forced a smile on my face and with a forced calmness and coolness I spoke. “I have to go Hazel

I almost breathe out, my voice sounding weak all of a sudden. Smith smiles, but it's cruel. "Oh, she couldn't bear to stay here for even a second when she realised you didn't want her. She left. It was very sad, I must say, because she was crying so much." I lunge for him this time. "Why did you do it?! Why?!" Punch after punch breaks his nose, but he's still laughing that maniacal laugh of his, and I'm afraid to admit that its scaring the shit out of me.

“I just need to be alone.” He hesitated, shifting his weight. “Are you really sure about that ma'am you don't look too good maybe I should call the—” “I know,” I said softly, forcing a small, convincing smile. “I just feel hungry go get me some fruits, okay?” He studied my face for a moment, then finally nodded and left. The moment the door clicked shut, I pushed myself upright despite the pain. My teeth clenched as I reached for the IV line and pulled it out in one swift motion.

After my wife married and divorced me ten times, she signed a Love Insurance policy with me. "Ethan, I know I'm putting off the remarriage a little longer this time. So I'm signing this with you first. Think of it as my guarantee to you." Not long after, she wanted to terminate our policy so she could go marry the man she'd never gotten over. "Julian doesn't have long. His last wish is to marry me. I can't take that away from a dying man." What she didn't know was that the policy had a clause in it. If it was terminated before it matured, I'd be taken away by a private organization, and the two of us would never see each other again.

Mom and Dad have been divorced for ten years. One day, I come across a discussion thread. "Are all children of divorce having it hard?" I join the discussion. "Not always. Personally, I'm living pretty decently. After my parents' divorce, my sister and I were separated—one of us went to live with our paternal grandparents, and the other with our maternal grandparents. "For the last ten years, my parents have visited me once a year. Although they usually only stay for a few days, I can tell that they still love me." Within a minute, someone replies to my comment. "Girl, are you sure? My parents are divorced as well, but they can't bear to leave me at all. I've been with them since I wa

The rich, sweet scent now smelled like a resounding slap in the face. He suddenly remembered. Before she left, that lifeless, almost hate-free, faint smile. It was not submission. And it was not a tantrum. It was a final farewell. A terrible thought, as precise as a bullet, shot through his brain. She had left. She had really left.