Tracy Smile Novels & Stories

"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 ... "

The smoky makeup, wavy hair, bold red lips and how the dress wrapped snugly around my body. It was magic. "Tracy!" I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed. "I look beautiful." She laughed, patting the top of my head. "You sure do." "Thank you," I was trying hard not to cry but it was hard. She noticed because she cupped my face, "if you ruin your face, I'll murder you myself." I laughed, sucking in the tears and she smirked. "And don't thank me," she added with a wink. "After all, that's what friends are for."

James smiled as he clasped his hands together. "Tracy is to become your personal maid," he said, nudging her forward. My eyes widened. I don't need a personal maid; I can do just fine by myself. I wanted to say, but I immediately swallowed my words when I saw the look on Tracy's face. She looked so excited, it appeared as though she had won a lottery. I would be wicked to be the reason that smile got wiped off her face. "Okay," I responded. "That is not all," James said, folding his arms as he rested his weight on the side of the door, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He looked so charming, little wonder girls literally swoon for him.

He smiled more, laughed more, and within the last few days, he seemed like a whole new person. “Lisa!” A loud, cherry voice pierced through my ears and I had to cover up to protect them. It was Tracy, my best friend no doubt. She was a rogue as well, but weaker than the rest. She pushed my door open like she owned it and stood by the entrance, “you've arrived, but you didn't tell me about it. How could you be so cruel.” apart from her sweet, cherry voice, she was quite dramatic as well. Everything about her was different—starting from the way she dresses as well. She sucked in a breath, tapping her feets furiously on the ground, “you're just standing there like always, but you know how angry

Gio said and left both Tracy and I alone. "Such a gentleman." I mumbled and Tracy laughed. "This is the best day of my life." She said with a big smile. "Oh god why to I have to encounter psychos." I faked a cry and Tracy laughed clutching her stomach. "Very funny." She said. "Good to know I make you laugh. No really take your time." I said annoyed and she rolled her eyes at me. "Oh live a little." She slapped my hand. I hope I don't die easily then. I sighed.

Tracy, who was standing beside her, glanced at me with clear annoyance. “Alpha Aleric,” Tracy said bluntly. “Please don’t bother her right now. She’s not in the mood.” “I’m not bothering her,” I replied. “I was just asking if she was hurt.” Tracy crossed her arms. “She said she’s fine. That should be enough.” Sage took a step forward, and this time she nearly stumbled. Tracy’s expression changed instantly. She reached out and grabbed Sage’s arm. “Hey,” Tracy said sharply. “Slow down. You’re not walking right.”

~Benny~ “He asked me out on a date!” Without even a hello, I dropped breathlessly into the couch of Tracy’s office. She smiled at me, her inquisitive brown eyes roaming over my face. From the floor-to-ceiling glass window where she stood, her heels tapped against the sandstone floor as she strutted towards the couch opposing mine. Tracy was in her late thirties, her doll-like face made her look younger than her age. “Did you say yes?” she asked encouragingly.

I turned my head and looked at her. She was still sorting fabric. Completely calm. Pencil still behind her ear. "How," I said slowly, "do you know that?" She looked up then. And smiled. That particular smile that told me absolutely nothing and everything at the same time. "Tracy," I said. She picked up another swatch and held it to the light innocently. "Dusty rose really is a beautiful colour," she said.

Charlie grinned, popping the 'p'. "Wow, I mean .. wow that's great." A genuine smile spread across Nicole's face. "Yeah, I guess England just wasn't working," Charlie shrugged. "I see you've caught onto an accent," Nicole pointed out, getting a small shrug and smile from Charlie. "So cuz, please explain to me why you haven't skipped me in so long!" Charlie frowned, jokingly.

The wood cracked against the leather hide and for a moment, I almost smiled. But then a voice floated across the ground. “Ava?” I froze. My grip on the staff tightened. The last person I expected to see walked across the training ground like she belonged there. Tracy. Her long dark hair was braided back, her clothes simple but clean, her face lit up with the kind of smile I didn’t trust. She looked softer than I remembered, she looked so gentle. I lowered the staff but didn’t put it down. “What are you doing here?”