What Make Me Smile Novels & Stories

He tells me with a little smile on his face that " You don't need to say thanks and I'm feeling good in your company. It's like I'm feeling comfortable in your company. You look wonderful when you smile so I want you to keep smiling. Can you try to smile a little now? I know it's difficult but I feel that you can do it" He is feeling good and comfortable in my company it is good but right now I'm not in the mood to smile but still, his insistence on it makes me to do an effort for once for his happiness or I can say for his satisfaction.so I smile a little and he smiles back and I feel relieved that he doesn't insist more by understanding my situation.

"After dinner, you can tell me everything. But take it slow, okay? Now you have to fill your body with energy first. I don't like seeing you lethargic like that." A happy smile appeared increasingly on Belinda's beautiful face. "Mr. Brandon, you said it yourself, I finally smiled, right?" “Honestly, I'd rather see you smile. That's your style all this time, always smiling in front of me." "Do you know why I can smile now? Because thanks to Mr. Brandon, I can smile again even though I have just faced a big problem. Thank you for making me smile.”

Greg notices me looking at them, and he smiles, “What?” I shake my head, “Nothing.” He looks suspicious, “You’re doing that thing.” “What thing?” “The emotional smile.” I gasp, “I do not have an emotional smile.” He nods seriously, “You do.” I narrow my eyes, “You’re lucky you’re hot and attractive.” He looks delighted, “I know.”

We stayed in silence for a while as I smiled which had Mendy leeching around me like a vulture going for meat. “What is making my lady smile this morning?” I laughed. “Can’t I smile randomly again?” “Smiling doesn’t have a problem. It’s the randomness of the smile that is the problem.” I laughed. “You’re sick. So you’re telling me I can’t just smile on my own without you labeling it something.” “Oh my lady. Forgive me. It’s just the way you just smiled like that that is the issue. Besides, I know the only thing that can make a woman smile like that.”

A bright smile spreads across his face. "So...are we okay?" He asks. I can't help but return his smiles, it's one of those ones that just makes you smile as soon as you see it. I've been seeing it a lot more recently, I hope my influence has something to do with that, like I'm making him happy.

I said. “And his smile— which you are a sucker for,” Hamon added. I punched him in the arm to make him stop teasing me. But he was right; I like guys who smile as bright as day, especially with a very handsome or cute smile. It makes me melt every time. But, I cannot do that as I won’t fall for a trap. I don’t know this person; who knows what his intentions are? But man, he was absolutely handsome.

She makes me so happy. Her natural cheerfulness and excitement is contagious. I don't know how she does it. Her easy smile, that lights up her entire face, makes my heart race every time. I don't know what this girl is doing to me, but I know that I have never felt this way before.

I turned my head to him He really likes to pick up a fight with me. Does my smile affect his mental health? " What if it does? I saw a man who smiled back at me. I guess my smile did a great job as an organ." Actually, no one smiles at me but I don’t like being a loser especially on someone who’s has a sassy tongue like Mr. Walker. He scoffed " Where is he? " He looked left and right as if looking for the man I was said.

Aapki muskan na-jaane Kitne dilon ko hasati hai Hasi aapke chehre pe hoti hai Aur khush ye duniya ho jaati hai. (No one knows that your smile Makes everyone smile You are happy but because of you The whole world smiles) But now I am confused what to say and what to answer to our alliance. Mom is continuously asking me about the alliance and I am damn confused. Let's end this now. Bye Dear diary.

It was easier this way, I convinced myself. But then, a voice interrupted our conversation. "Hello Alpha Damien." I turned to face the speaker, and there stood Jordan, all smiles. For a brief moment, I forgot his name, but he gently reminded me. His genuine smile, contrasting my current turmoil, caught me off guard. How could someone smile so effortlessly? How did he maintain that lightness?