Contagious Smile Novels & Stories

The evil smile is back on my face. "Stop talking."

Thought he'd deflect or change the subject or do whatever powerful men did when they didn't want to give up control. Then he smiled. Slow. Dangerous. The kind of smile that made me think of wolves and mating and things that looked beautiful until they marked.

An affectionate smile that would normally send my toes curling. What’s going on? This is all a friendly thing, right?

Not forgetting the stupid smile. Well, the leader noticed that Pete was uncomfortable, he was sweating a lot and had an exaggerated stupid smile and asked, " are you okay? Why are you sweating so much?" " Truth is, I am not fine. I think I have caught the virus too. Usually symptoms start with sweating and sometimes.. smiling, so I think when I get back, I'll check myself up." Pete explained rubbish, with a stupid smile. The group in the crates couldn't help but shake their heads as Pete had just spat a bunch of nonsense this whole time. Luckily for them, the leader bought it and hurried out of there, not to be contaminated with the Paradiso Corn Syndrome.

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?"

When I moved to get up, he just held me and pulled me back down. "No, I'm okay." When I frowned, he smiled. "I'm good, Mirabelle, trust me." "I do. It's just your smile I don't trust." He grabbed my waist and made me grind on him for a second. "Why, what's wrong with my smile?" "It's too.... deceiving. Like there are some times when you could be really angry and the only thing you'd be doing is smiling. Is that your defense mechanism if I may ask?"

The form of the signature smile. "Secret."

- I don't know when he came in, smiled and ruffled my messy hair. Laugh like that again. I hate this smile of yours. He knew well that in front of me there was no need to disguise, but he still deliberately put on that mask. Compared to his sad expression, his smile broke my heart even more, accusing me of not being able to give him enough sense of security or belonging, accusing me of having nothing to do with other people out there. other, all made him put on a funny disguise to deal with with all his might.

, he asked. Immediately after he asked, my stomach growled in response before I could say anything, and that made Alexander smile. It was not a smirk, a mocking smile, a sinister smile, or an I-know-it-all smile. It was a genuine, heartwarming smile. He found my stomach growl funny, while I found it embarrassing. The smile faded in less than fifteen seconds, but at least there was progress. He had not held back from smiling, trying to press his lips together even when they tried to curl up, like he had done before. He did not maintain a straight and expressionless face like he normally did, or smirk like he was my evil superior who found more ways to demean me. So, yes, I liked that he smile

I looked back trying to act like I was avoiding him but the smile still creeps me out. "Why are you smiling? It's creepy so stop it." I said, trying to avoid him. He's been smiling ever since we left the hospital. It's just creepy seeing a smile from him. That rarely happens when he is around me. It was either a smirk or a stupid grin saying he proved me wrong. I hate that stupid grin.