What Make Me Smile Novels & Stories

Your own mother tried to kill you. I blinked back sudden tears and pasted a smile on my face. The smiles had gotten me through tough times. I’d read online that the physical act of smiling—even if you were unhappy—could improve your mood by tricking your brain into releasing happiness-inducing hormones. So I’d smiled all the time as a teenager, and people probably thought I was crazy, but it was better than sinking into a darkness so deep I might’ve never clawed my way out.

That arrogant one may have stupid behavior but her smile lights up the mood. Seeing her smile makes everyone forgot what tensions and stress they had. It may sound like she is some kind of witch or sorcerer and it may also sound like I'm overreacting, but seriously her smile is the cutest one, I thought only Martin has the cute smile but she has an even more beautiful one. It makes me forget every flaw she has.

"gosh Jaden who taught you to be so cheesy? I know It wasn't Me definitely not me" he smiled back at her. " I want you to keep smiling like this all the time it looks so good on you because I've never actually seen you smile" " I've smiled different times you no stop making it sound like it once in a while or a thing of the century" "I know but those aren't really smiles those were just not that but seeing you like this laughing with all of your heart and smiling all the way to your ears it comes over to your eyes as well it's absolutely wonderful and I know that the guy that you will fall in love with you again will be so lucky because he will get to wake up and see the smile everyday"

I finally let him go and stood back to look at him. "Damn I'm glad to see you." I told him and smiled, now despite my dark persona and appearance I have been told that I have an infectious smile, blessed with the type of full lips most women get injections for, my smile is actually a bit lopsided, but is genuine and always touches my eyes. It was the type of smile people that always caused people to smile back. Which is exactly what Mark did, flashing me that killer smile that had spread more legs than a gynecologist.

I whisper with a smile. “I didn’t know a person could be this happy.” He beams down at me. “I love you for making me this happy.”

She sat down on the seat he stood up from. " Besides I needed some time off work," she said still smiling. I notice when she smiles, she does it with not just her mouth but all her face. When she smiles her eyes sparkle her puff cheek turns pink and the laugh line near her eyes becomes prominent. Her mood was brighter than the sun which made it contagious. I couldn't help smiling.

A welcome change from the damp, expected mustiness. His smile was one of the things that first captured my heart. It wasn't about technical perfection, though the way his dimples winked and his teeth flashed white certainly didn't detract. It was the way it transformed his entire face, crinkling the corners of his eyes with genuine warmth. It held a silent promise of laughter and shared secrets, a spark of joy that was utterly contagious. Somehow, that crinkled-eyed grin managed to disarm even the most guarded defenses, leaving me feeling instantly at ease.

" 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.

He frowns at me really confused but anyway parks the car at the side of the road. "Okay, do you know how to smile?" I ask him, unbuckling my seat belt and turning to him. He just stares at me with those furrowed eyebrows. "This is how we humans smile," I say whilst smiling widely at him. "We smile when we are happy or when someone gives us a compliment. And also we smile to make other people happy. Do you ever smile for these reasons?" "Yes, when I have some reason to be happy," he says. My smile instantly fades and I feel a heavy weight being dropped into my heart. How can be happy when he doesn't have his both parents by his side?

“You’re messing with me, aren’t you? I can never tell when you do that? Why don’t you smile or something?” Why don’t you smile. You wouldn’t believe the amount of times I’d heart this question. I gave him the answer I always did. “I don’t smile.” Simple and short. “But you do.” I looked at him. “Excuse me?” “You do smile. When you’re stepping on the skulls of your enemies. It’s a scary sort of smile.” I shrugged. “Guess that’s the only thing that brings me joy.”