What Make Me Smile Novels & Stories

I've put on makeup, and I still don't have a smile on my face. The makeup team was so awkward while doing my makeup; I don't know if they are intimidated or just afraid of me because of my position in the company. "After the party, can I borrow your private plane?" He nodded immediately. "Yes, but first, smile and show them how dangerous you are, Zy." As he said, I gave him a smile, but this time it wasn't sweet like what I had shown last time. It was an innocent smile, but when you watch it up close, you'll know how evil it is.

I flipped the note over and it was written: I'll pick you up at 8. My stupid mouth just wouldn't stop smiling for the rest of the day. But it wasn't the fake smile I give the customers every day. The smiles that you give to parents whose children are being annoying conveying, "Aww, your kid is so adorable" but actually meaning, "Can I kill him?"

He smiles brightly, a little too bright. "You...like me?" "That's what I just said." He nods eagerly. "Why?" I dumbly ask. "Do you have to have a reason?" He laughs. What kind of question is that? "Yes, it's kind of how I know you like me." I say rudely. "Well, I like you because..." he sits and thinks for a moment. "I like you because you always make me happy, your smile makes my day and you're so sweet." He smiles. I smile at his words, feeling all the emotions that I've been trying to hold in for the past weeks start to just pour out.

I don't have friends - I am not sure if that is something that I should be proud of. Well, it's not like I don't try to approach my classmates or try to interact. It’s just that I have a weird smile. No, it's not the type of smile that involves weird and rotten teeth - I have perfectly white and straight teeth. You see, my smile is fatal and dangerous. Just one look at these weapons and even the ferocious growl of a mountain lion would seem harmless. If this were a comic, I would call this attack: The Killer Smile.

But I’m still going to rethink and rethink. I finally hear Ryle’s sports bike nearing. I pocket my phone and then cross my arms as I wait. When he slows down toward me, I smile at how cheerful his face is. Why does he keep doing this to me? Whenever I see him smile, my heart suddenly melts. I always feel like his sweet lips arching is the remedy to the stress I get from day to day. There's just something in his smile that tells me everything is going to be just fine. His smile encourages me to be optimistic about things.

“So, what’s on today’s agenda, boss? Corporate world domination? Making interns cry? Scowling at sunshine?” He didn’t respond immediately, but then his shoulders moved, barely noticeable, like he was suppressing another laugh. [Timer: 1 minute 10 seconds remaining.] Okay, keep him entertained, Gloss. Keep him human. I smirked. “I read somewhere that smiling increases productivity. You might actually double profits if you learn to use those facial muscles.” He turned to me, arms crossed. “Do you always talk this much in the morning?” “Yes. It’s part of my charm.”

sleep well😘 This biggest smile grew on my face as I read that and I quickly typed back. ME: you have no idea how happy this makes me. I was worried but yeah I'm glad you enjoyed and had fun. I did too and Olivia is pretty amazing. She was great please tell her that.💓

I looked my age, even if I didn't always act it. I stood before my large vanity mirror, admiring the smooth, rested face that looked back. Just because I didn't smile didn't mean I was a tyrant. Just because someone who offended me somehow disappears from the corporate landscape doesn't mean I was the one who did it. I simply didn't like smiling. It made my chest hurt, a dull ache I preferred to keep hidden. There was nothing to gain from explaining my genuine emotions to the fake people who populated my world and only wanted something from me. Then, watching my reflection, I smiled—a quick, genuine, private flash of amusement only my reflection ever saw. I gently touched my cheek.

His smile. I just love his smile, I promise myself I will always make him smile. I would do anything within my power to make him keep smiling. It suits him. His smile brings out his handsome face, his smile makes me forget myself sometimes. His smile leaves me speechless and makes me do things without thinking. His smile is having a lot of effect on me. I don't think he knows how much I fucking love him and I am so happy that he reciprocate back my love.

He just looked at me like I had said him to jump off the cliff. "Haan???" Stunned he asked again. "Smile.It will relax your muscles.Will erase the huge crease between your eyebrows.Just smile" "I can't" he said fiddling with his fingers on his lap. "Oh comeon.Its so easy just look at me" I made a huge smily face "This" then made a goofy grin "This" Then I put my fingers on both corners of mouth stretching them. His mouth slightly twitched upwards. Omg !! Two big events are going to happen