What Make Me Smile Novels & Stories

Of course I grab it immediately and can’t help the smile that comes to my lips. Kids are so damn cute. It only took this to make me feel better.

Jones muffled, chuckling intermittently. He let out a smile again flashing his tobacco stained teeth(I really messed up in his storyline). I let a small chuckle as his smile reminded me of an emoji, the emoji's smile had all 36s showing in a funny manner. P.S: let's be reminded that the colour of his teeth and that of the cute smiley emoji can in no way,come into mind at this comparison, that subject is significantly abrogated from this context as we limelight the focus; the similarity between both smiles.

Eventually, I sent the message, my heart racing a bit. Her response made me smile, "I know what you mean. Our photos can't capture everything." I couldn't agree more. She had a way of understanding beyond words. "True," I replied, "but they do make me smile." She responded with a playful emoji, "I'm glad. What's making you smile the most?" It was a simple question, but it carried a world of emotions. I pondered for a moment, then typed, "The one where we're laughing at that silly joke you made. Your smile is my favorite."

Williams yawned dramatically against me. Then suddenly looked up again. “Can I ask one more question?” I sighed softly. “That depends.” “Do you smile like this with Daddy too?” I blinked slowly. “What?” He touched my face carefully with his tiny fingers. “Your happy smile.” My chest tightened painfully again. Because once upon a time… Yes. Lucas was the reason for most of my smiles. The real ones. The uncontrollable ones. The kind that made my cheeks hurt from laughing too much. And maybe…

I stared into space as I thought hard. "What?"He snapped me out of my thoughts, I turned to look at him and he had a confused look on his face. "You asked what else could bring a smile to my face and I listed them for you, and there are lots more thing....Money, yes!!! Money can definitely bring a smile to my face, if you want me to be happy or keep me happy just give me money, oh good lord I love money so much." I moaned and he shook his head at me while laughing.

uff thank god, she agreed, we had our breakfast and went to company, she sat in the couch and started checking the files, I'm staring at her, this is really painful to see her like that, she is the girl who introduced me to emotions, but here she is the one who is being emotionless, it hurts to look at her like that looking at her smile, anyone can forget their worries and smiles automatically but the same face forgotten how to smile, she can't stay silent for a second without messing around, but she is being professional like an expert this hurts me the most suddenly she turned her face and looked towards me, I signaled her to come, she came near me, I pulled her into my lap, she asked "wha

Liam teased, pointing both his fingers and move them like he has his made-up own love rhythm. “Stop you fuck!” I realized that I was, in fact, smiling the whole time so I tried to laugh it off and playfully punch Liam on his shoulders, which made him laugh as well. “Damn, the way Anya made you smile is so-” “Hey! It’s not like Anya is the only one to make me smile! I laugh my loudest laugh when ya’ll are joking!” “No, but like it’s extraordinary for you to smile just for the mere existence of Anya Moore. What has she done to you?”

Katy I couldn't stop smiling. As I worked on changing the oil on Mrs. Henderson's ancient Honda, I couldn't stop smiling. "Alright, spill it," Marcus, one of my co-workers, said as he rolled out from under a Mustang he had been working on. "You've been grinning like an idiot all day. What happened?" He asked. "Nothing," I said, still smiling. "Bullshit." He wiped his hands on a rag and leaned against the workbench. "Nobody smiles like that over nothing. Did you win the lottery or something?"

"There's nothing adorable about me!" That makes her laugh, and the sound of it puts a smile on my face that I'm pretty sure has become a permanent thing.

I saw you smile and it was breathtaking. I smile unknowingly and I text him back. - So you did see me. Too bad I wasn't smiling after I got home. He's online so he sees my message and is typing a reply. - I always want to see you smiling, my blue eyed doll. Do you care to share what is making you not to smile? Because your smile means the whole world to me. I feel a little better and calmer after this message. - That is a story probably for another day, Miguel. I can call you Miguel right?