What Make Me Smile Novels & Stories

There was Milli, my friend standing beside me and noticing my drooped down face. "Yeah! I am fine." Adjusting my viel, lifting up my face I answered correcting the withered face and trying to structure my lips in form of a smile. Smile is an action which has become foreign to my face, my lips seem to forget its natural laughter and now they struggle to even remember and fake it.

But by the end of the third invitation by a second ranked official's wife, I couldn't keep my smile intact to my face. And after that, the jerk Reuben kept pocking me with his pointy elbows to smile some more every time my smile got constipated due to the ache in my stretched jaws, to which I had to painfully comply. Thus, my beautiful constipated smile turned more and more awkward, to the point where even awkwardness felt awkward (God! Did that even make sense?).

I turned to Rose, my voice soft as I asked, “What are your interests?” Her lips curled into a sweet smile, and I watched as the shadow of disappointment left her face. That smile of hers—radiant and full of warmth—was captivating. She probably didn’t realize how mesmerizing she was when she laughed like that, a sound that seemed to come straight from her happiest memories. Her joy was infectious, and before I knew it, I was laughing with her.

My eye bright d I huff a smile. “Always have a smile on, it makes you look make beautiful” she adds. I wonder how she always manages to stare at myself because I Know how bad my face and I wouldn’t feel ocomdortacle strong at it in close range for a long period tkrmbut h always does it.

I stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"

"Sweetheart, you're here." > ••••••••••••••• < Fast and abnormal beats of the heart. Simple things about him make me smile. I feel something tickles whenever he smile and laugh. It feels good whenever I'm with him, cracking some corny jokes, doing some silly stuff, and just wondering around. His smiles make me smile too, and his laughs make me laugh as well. His presence is comforting. He can always make my day in an instant.

Send me a pic? The smile that's spread across my face can't be denied. The fluttery feeling in my stomach can't be denied either. I've waited my whole life for a man to make me feel this way, and I'm so happy the man to do it is Caleb Harrison. Holding my phone up, I give him my best smile, along with a wink into the camera. Hitting a few buttons, I send it, and wait for him to get back with me. A few minutes later, I get a response from him. A picture of his smiling face.

He was making fun of me. Wait. Does he want me to give him a smile? "Why aren't you making the heat go away and let me go." I stated what I actually wanted as he went dumfounded for a minute before a smirk appeared on his face. That smirk alone made me feel a ticklish feeling inside my stomach if we don't talk about his scent and proximity at that time. They had a different effect on me. Focus Amairah!

“I want to lecture you, but I have to admit that it is good to see you laugh again. I haven’t seen you laugh for a long time. You should try doing it more often. Both of you look beautiful when you smile.” I shake my head. “I don’t know about that. It will ruin my reputation of being a cold and fierce CEO. Plus, who has a smiling security team. I think that would freak people out more than anything. I’ll keep my smiles restricted for outside the office with friends and family.” A playful smirk spreads across Page’s face as she teases, “And for your special someone.”

“ Well, smile” She puts on a blinding, annoying smile but somehow, it makes me feel warm all over. “Cut the attitude” She keeps the fake smile on her face “ what attitude?”