The Smiles Household Novels & Stories

Big gummy grins. "This is the best day ever," Kieran says. "Better than when they were born?" "Different good. But equally good." Those smiles make everything worth it. Every sleepless night. Every exhausted day. Every impossible moment. Worth it. All worth it. For those smiles. For this family. For this life. Chaotic. Overwhelming. Exhausting. But perfect. Really perfect. And as I sit there surrounded by my family, watching my babies smile, my toddler playing, my mates laughing...

It's been a week since Smiles left LA back home, she's getting over her pain with the help of Keane and her babies. She felt, even better after having to talk with Derrick about their mom, both siblings had themselves and families to love. Smiles walk out with a tray of pastries… "Here everyone, we've got some delicious pastries made by your chef cook, Keane Austin!" She said the smile in her voice couldn't be ignored. Keane stands by the side, hands on the waist like a superhero. Well, he isn't a superhero but he is a super dad and husband to his kids and wife.

It was so cute ≧﹏≦ A rare smile showed on his face, that stunned Kim frozen. Her heart raced as she started to blush again. On the other hand, the three boys sneered and were even more convinced that Jake was seriously sick in the head by watching him act like this. However, just as one of them was about to open his mouth to mock him, Jake talked first. The smile was still on his lips, making him look extremely gentle and handsome, but the words coming out of his mouth sent shivers down all four people's spines.

As he spoke, I watched how his smile never left his face. How did he do it? It had been a while since I saw anyone this happy. In this house, my husband never smiled, ever, Artha only smiled when she was greeting me and spent her time in the house stuck in her room, babuji always gave me awkward-nervous smiles and tried his best to avoid me by spending most of his time in his room too. “You have a beautiful smile.” He said, knocking me back to reality. I didn't even realize I had been smiling — his happiness wasn't overstimulating anymore, it was contagious.

The house that Saskia often saw when she went to the square. "Come in, honey!" Saskia followed Murni doubtfully. From the outside, it looks lonely, and when she enters, she feels very lonely. She wanted to circulate the view of seeing all the contents of her future in-laws' house, but she refused. Saskia sat in the living room measuring nine by seven meters as Pure orders. As she was about to sit down, she saw Bima and an old woman sitting in a wheelchair. "Assalamualaikum, Uncle" Saskia immediately got up and greeted Bima and grandmother in a wheelchair who was now looking at Saskia with a friendly smile.

That was my safe haven and the most private place. ------------ “What!” Smith exclaimed after he heard of my intent. I expected this from him and I had prepared my mind already. “I know you will be flustered but it is something that I must do. I can’t help it at all. I am tired of staying at home with nothing to do,” I told him carefully. “But that is how it should be!” he exclaimed. “This family is the Clifford family and we have been known to be billionaires from time past. Our wealth is nonperishable if that is what you are afraid of. It will continue to exist, okay!”

I said. She turned to Adrian with a smile that was warm and measuring in equal measure. "Mr. Swift." "Adrian," he said. She considered this for a moment. Then nodded, as though he'd passed something. "Come in." The house smelled of cardamom and something slow-cooked, and the kind of accumulated domestic life that took years to build. There were school shoes near the door and a child's drawing framed beside a serious piece of art. A home that was actually lived in rather than curated. Years of it visible in the walls, the shelves, the small ordinary accumulations that no interior designer would have chosen.

Their smile, is what matters her the most. Keeping herself busy, with the material arts training or either by school work, she only gets alone time at night. When the moment, she hits the bed, for quite sometime her brain process what happened all day long. ZouMi bitterly smiles, every night, remembering the genuine smile of her family, while she replies with a realistic-fake one.

Dad and I moved out of our old home overnight. I also changed my number and found a new job as a waitress in a cafe. One afternoon, I was wiping glasses behind the counter. There weren't many customers in the cafe that day. The windchime on the door suddenly tinkled. Reflexively, I lifted my head and said, "Welcome." The glass slipped from my hands when I got a good look at the newcomers. It fell to the floor and shattered into a million pieces.

"Ms. Sienna Cross, please let me handle this. It's our family matter, after all." He grabbed her and left, ignoring how Sienna dug her heels into the carpet floor. I wiped away the tears from the corner of my eye and looked up at the hidden camera in the corner. Of course, how could such a major drama be complete without an audience? I uploaded the video online after cutting out the "face-swapping" reveal. It immediately caused a stir. Not only were people in the design industry in an uproar, but the netizens also condemned Adrian's behavior of beating his wife.