Crooked Smile Book Novels & Stories

It looked really creepy. He raised a human hand. Seeing Ms. Anastasia, he gave a terrible smile that made all his teeth visible. His lips stretched unnaturally wide, revealing a row of yellowed teeth that looked like they hadn't been brushed in years. The corners of his mouth turned up in a sinister grin, and his eyes glinted with malice. It is a smile that sends shivers down the spines of those who see it, a smile that promises nothing but trouble and pain.

,he said with a startling sincerity that shook me. I swallowed hard, pretending to me focused on setting up my books. "You are impossible",I muttered under my breath but his smile told me he had heard. "Anyway,let's begin now",I said briskly. And he smiled that god-damned crooked smile .My stomach flipped. "Alright",he said. He picked up the book he had been immersed in when I arrived.He handed it to me and I went through. Even his handwriting was as gorgeous as he was.

His crooked smile, which was unbelievably seductive, steadily stretched across his face. "So, let's see... where were we?"

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?"

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

" he said happily and went straight to the Cashier. The couple just walked around while Maria, she opened the wrapped Book. "Victor Luis Smith." He read the Author's name, and introduction of the book as he lined up approaching the cashier. "Her angel eyes touched my soul. Fino al nostro prossimo incontro" he read its second Page with a quote. It was also a big help that he had Retrograde Amensia anyway because all his bad memories, all the dirty and muddy accusations against him made him no longer worry about how low class he was then. He saw the couple happily sitting next to him and he laughed because they looked like children.

There is a feeling inside me that urged me to read the book again and I did it anyway. "Carlos Gonzales, 30 years old, CEO of Amigos Co., the only son in the family and one of the richest men in the world. Gentleman and currently looking for his soul mate," I read the introduction of the book and smiled at the way he described me. I'm not a person who reads fiction books, especially about romance. I always feel it was too cliché for me but when I tried to read her book it made me smile over each sentence. It made me wondered it was the story itself or the thought about her that made the smile continuously plastered on my lips.

I told him. Now he gave me a true smile - but the sort of smile a cat gives its prey when it decides to play with it for a little while before devouring it whole. The kind of wicked smile that probably got him between his fair share of women's legs - it would certainly have done all sorts of twisted things to my insides under different circumstances. And I realized I'd walked right into a trap.

I said like it was the most obvious thing in the universe. He gave me a suspicious squint but extended his hand anyway. Victory. I laced my fingers through his and squeezed. His hand was warm and calloused and familiar. My entire chest felt like it was glowing. I pulled out my phone with my free hand. “Smile.” “No.” “C’mon.” “I literally never smile in pictures.” “That’s a lie. You smiled that one time I made pancakes shaped like dinosaurs.” “You burned them.” “Still counts.” He sighed—deep, long, annoyed—but a second later, his lips twitched again. Barely there. But real.

Just… curious. Heat roared up my neck and flooded my face in record time. “I wasn’t.” My voice cracked on the second syllable like I was thirteen again. “I was… uh… rereading this passage.” I tilted the book toward him so he could see the proof. Which would’ve been more convincing if the damn thing hadn’t been upside down. The corner of his mouth twitched barely, but enough. Like he wanted to smile but his pride wouldn’t let him commit. “Right. You do that a lot.”