What Is The Smile Entity Novels & Stories

She smiled, "Bring him back." She was right in a way. I am in...control. I have reasons, people to keep me guarded and in control. She is right. At the realization, I couldn't help but smile. Every once in a while, smile. "Yeah, that's the smile that I like," Emma commented, amused and thrilled for what the following days hold. My eyebrow raised, "Why is everyone obsessed with my smile, today?" Her smile only widened and she pointed at my face, "No, this one is different, it's wicked, it's exactly what we need to destroy him."

"Okay then, mention one time that you smiled. Try reaching deep into your memories, and tell me one time you smiled." I did as he said, and reached very deeply into all my memories box stored in my head. He is right, I don't smile much! I coughed nervously. "Well.. I do.. I do smile, to customers." I stuttered, knowing what I just said is really foolish. Of course, I have to smile to customers or they might not come back. Who would want to patronize a grumpy person. Simone raised an eyebrow, "okay fine. I give up, I do not smile that much.."

"And then you arrived." I sat down in my seat and looked up at him. "And I'm useful because I'm the coach's daughter who's dating the captain." "Dating is a strong—" he started. "Knox." He looked at me. "Yeah. That's probably what it is." I processed this. "So the smile was a real estate move." "The smile is always a real estate move." Finn dropped into the seat on my left at that exact moment, unwrapping a granola bar, and caught the tail end of the conversation with the expression of someone arriving mid-movie but piecing the plot together quickly. "Are we talking about Riley's Monday morning smile?"

Just fun. I opened my dresser and pulled out my swimsuit. Then glanced at myself in the mirror. For a moment, I barely recognized the woman looking back. Not physically. Emotionally. The smile looked different. More genuine. Less forced. The fake smile I'd worn for years was gone. The one people expected. The one I gave at business dinners. At corporate events. At parties with Chris. This smile was real. And somehow, that realization made me emotional. Not sad. Just grateful.

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

“ETHAAAAAAAAN!” He smiles. A soft, tiny, beautifully smug smile. And I know. I KNOW. I’m doomed. Completely. Utterly. Hopelessly doomed.

The word settled between us like smoke from an unseen fire. And somewhere, in the space between our heartbeats, I felt the Entity smile.

Jacob walked behind me, his own eyes cast down, thinking about what lay beneath the mystery of my smile. Smiling gently, lips in a sweet curve, I walked alongside Jacob. My smile was the slow and deliberate kind, a slow smile spreading across my face like a sunrise sweeps across the sky. But Jacob had no idea why I smiled; the satisfaction and control I felt surged through my veins. He looked at me, seeking my eyes for an answer, but I simply continued smiling back in amusement with a glint in my eyes, savoring the moment.

" Rila, the MUA answered. “Masya Allah, is it because you make up the smart ones or you are really pretty Saz? You are so beautiful ”Sinta joked while hitting Saskia's back slowly. Saskia shook her head, confused about the treatment of three college friends who are now sitting snapping the camera on her cellphone, taking pictures of them with Saskia many times.

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟ Wow I have to pick my jaw up off the floor. Her smile is radiant. It lights up the whole fucking room. I never thought I'd see the day where the first thing I was drawn to was a smile. I've been called embarrassingly shallow because the kind of girls I'm into are the kinds found on I*******m. I could care less than they're fake, they look like a good fuck.