You Re Beautiful When You Smile Novels & Stories

The song Do you know what's more beautiful than the stars in the sky? It's your smile Do you know what makes me stay here longer? It's because you're the one who keeps being by my side Do you know what I want right now? Seeing you smile as before Do you know what makes me excited for the day It's because I can see you again Do you know what makes me grateful every day It's you who is present in my sight Do you know what I imagine before picking up a dream It's you, my woman Caraline pinched her thighs to keep from screaming. Her face broke into a smile, but the tears came again. Her body trembled not from flattery, but from sadness. She laughed for a moment but soon sobbed softly.

He got up, "one word of advice, do not hide the genuine smile, it is beautiful." "You and I have different versions of beautiful." I fixed my skirt, a signal of 'I'm ready to go' which clearly jumped over Delroy's head as he continued to conversate. "Why is that?" "Because I do not think all of my teeth sticking out while I "genuinely" smile is beautiful. I just look like a Donkey. And Donkeys are beautiful but a human looking like one is not beautiful. And I love being perfect." I said, with my eyes everywhere but at him, I do not want to show my weakness. At least not now.

He gave a beautiful smile, showing his perfectly aligned white teeth, and that smile went straight to my racing heart and made it leap, like a galloping horse that takes a long jump and takes time to touch the ground again. "You're too beautiful, Gia, and you have many qualities that they tried to take away from you, but fortunately they didn't succeed. It was so incredible to see you defending Hannah today and then it was beautiful to see you with your parents. You have so many good feelings inside you and that makes you the most special person I've ever met in my life." He continued talking and touching my hair carefully. "You think I'm special?" I asked almost breathlessly. "Special and v

In the midst of clicking the shutter, he unintentionally mumbles, "You're beautiful." The words slip from his lips, a genuine acknowledgment of the radiant joy emanating from Kaitlyn in that simple, unguarded moment.

I joke, and I give him a small smile. I don't want that "hear or feel" temptation again. A smile beams on his face, giving it a bright and admirable look. Well, he is always admirable, even without a smile, but as they say, a smile adds more beauty. Here is a perfect example of that saying. His smile makes you feel like you are on the moon. "Trust me. One last question." He asks.

He said with a smile, making her look at him with a raised eyebrow. So, he was a talker as well! "Beauty doesn't only mean spotless bright things. Beauty lies in the eyes. The way you see it. The moon is always beautiful, no matter what." She said with a smile while taking another sip from the glass.

I asked. She nodded. I took it. Surprisingly, the paper was completely dry and neat. I unfolded it carefully. The handwriting wasn’t childish at all. "The gloomy weather needs your smile to make it beautiful again. You don't know this, but your smile is my favorite kind of sunshine. This rose is just a small reminder that someone out there finds you breathtaking. Smile for me?" My breath caught.

“I think he’s going to like it here…” Her smile is so bright. The most beautiful smile in the world. “…I think we both are.”

Picking a dress was very easy for me, the staff kept complimenting my beauty and I couldn’t help but blush . I loved the look, and it complimented my figure and hugged my curves in the right places. Next, I needed a new hairstyle. I wanted to go bold and blonde, something to make me completely stand out from how I used to look. I got to the salon and immediately transformed into a blonde beauty, just like the movie stars.

Mia “You’re so beautiful in person, Mia,” she said warmly. I smiled politely, glancing up from my plate as Mrs. Smith beamed at me. “Oh, thank you, Mrs. Smith.” I returned the smile. “You’re too kind. You’re even more beautiful than I am.” The middle-aged woman laughed, touching her face lightly. “Well, we old folks can’t lose to you young ones.” Beside me, my mother chimed in with her usual charm. “Oh, what are you saying, old folks? You’re very young and beautiful, Mrs. Smith. Sometimes, I have to put in extra effort when dressing up because I don’t want you to outshine me.”