Warmth Smile Novels & Stories

My law. I shift slightly, keeping Orion and Lucian close behind me. “Who are you?” I ask, my voice low but firm. The woman stops a few steps away. She doesn’t answer. Just smiles. And I hate how part of me softens just looking at her. There’s something in that smile. Not forced. Not sweet like a stranger trying to fake kindness. This is different. Her smile is warm in a way I haven’t felt in so long. Not the kind of warmth that burns, but the kind that wraps around your chest and holds your broken pieces without asking questions.

i smile, to show her i mean no harm with that sentence. Her light chuckle catches me off guard. "best friends actually " it's the first time she's really smiled, i spot dimples, her smile is warm and beautiful, it's the kind that can brighten up a day just by having a glimpse at it, it's the type that can lure a dozen passerbys to stop and stare, and for a moment, i find myself drawn to it. So i decide at that moment to play matchmaker. That was never my intention at first but seeing the gleem in her eyes as she talks about her best friend, that hates me by the way, i think i already have her figured out.

I nodded with my infectious smile. Oh my God, Douglas why do you want to make me feel hot this morning? I don’t think I have done something wrong. No, you haven’t but I can’t stand your charming and infectious smile. It makes me feel really hot earnestly she said as I glanced deep into her eyes.

There is a specific quality to being smiled at by someone who loves you and is not trying to communicate anything through the smile except the fact of the loving. I had not had significant experience of it before Zayden. Jace had smiled at me. Other people had smiled at me throughout my life in the ordinary social ways that smiles are deployed — the functional smiles of greeting and acknowledgment and the performed smiles of people managing the impression they were making. These were not meaningless. They were the ordinary currency of human interaction and I had received them as such. But the smile that communicates nothing except I am looking at you and that is sufficient reason — that spec

My face was filled with excitement as I patted his cheeks like he was a cute little poodle who'd won his trophy in a dog show. Dexter's face creased into a soft smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as his lips curved upwards. His facial muscles relaxed, giving his features a serene and warm appearance. By the gods, the smile was like a ray of sunshine, illuminating his entire face and making his eyes sparkle with warmth. It was a smile that managed to put me at ease, a smoke that made me feel like I did something really good. And of course I did. “Thank you, my Princess.” A low rumbling chuckle escaped his lips. “This was one of the shirts you got me.”

Alex reassures me with a gentle smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in amusement. As I watch Alex, I can't help but notice how incredibly handsome he looks when he smiles. It's a rare sight, but when it graces his lips, it transforms his face, lighting up his features in a way that is both captivating and endearing. In that moment, I find myself wishing he would do it more often, allowing me to bask in the radiance of his smile. With a sheepish grin, I thank him once more, feeling a surge of appreciation for his unexpected kindness.

“Is it obvious?” My shoulders drop, defeated—and he chuckles. Damn it. I’ve never seen him smile like that before. No sarcasm. No mischief. No sharp edges. Just… simple. Warm. For a split second, I forget where I am. Forget why I’m annoyed. Forget everything except the way that smile hits me square in the chest. I must be staring, because his expression shifts almost immediately, the familiar mask sliding back into place. “A little,” he says. “Come in.”

i said. “Shh don’t fight it besides my friends say I give good hugs.” He said with a small smile, I could imagine the dimples beginning to form on his cheeks. I have seen them, they appear whenever he smiles, they are beautiful, he is beautiful. Handsome should probably be the right word but handsome is a word that does not do as much justice as beautiful. Handsome is plain, stiff, boring. Beautiful is complex, warm. Beautiful is a beautiful word. I leaned into his hug. It was warm, like that of a friend, like the type of comfort that only someone who never wants to see you hurt can provide.

she replied in a friendly tone. The man felt at ease and took a seat beside her. They engaged in a lighthearted conversation, and a smile adorned Emine's lips. For some inexplicable reason, she felt comfortable around this man. Aiden observed it all—her smile was breathtaking, a burst of radiant sunshine. It illuminated her face, captivating everyone who saw it. Her lips curved gracefully, revealing a row of dazzling, pearly white teeth. Joy glistened in her eyes, reflecting the warmth of her smile. It was a sight that could melt hearts and bring happiness to the world.

He seemed to be getting some sort of sick satisfaction out of making everyone uncomfortable. "It's lovely to meet you," Cassandra said, smiling warmly. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well," Paris replied, her smile genuine and wide. For a moment, I felt myself lost in their smiles, the two of them somehow radiating light and warmth. It was a strange feeling, but not an unpleasant one. "You have a lovely smile, it suits you so well," Cassandra said, her smile warm and genuine.