Crooked Smile Meaning Novels & Stories

Aaron gave a crooked smile and, with a wink. "You can look if you want. I don't mind."

I exclaimed. "Save your breath. I'm that good" he boosted. "Okay then, show me the face when I'm happy" I grunted pretending to be unimpressed. His eyes squinted slightly, as his cheek raised, a defined wrinkle runs from the sides of his nose to the corners of his mouth. The corners of his mouth move up at a diagonal, widening his mouth exposing teeth. "OMG!" I giggled. "I got it huh?" he asked and I nodded in agreement.

I took a deep breath and faced him but I couldn’t speak. He’s looking at me smiling like a lunatic and I don’t know why. I hit him in the arm and he just laughed at me. Why is he so mean? Here I am crying in front of him but he’s just grinning like a dog who got treats right there. “Why are you smiling like a lunatic?” I asked as I raised my brow. He continued chuckling and said, “It’s just that, you look… unpretty when crying.”

"I already told you about this and I’ll say it again. Don't smile...Just, don't." "Why?" "It doesn't suit you, your character. I mean, to put it bluntly, you look like a shark when you smile." I flashed him a small smile. My cute, adorable smile. It's really true! There's really nothing wrong with his smile, it's just that he doesn't know how to control his facial muscles. When smiling, he really looked like a shark with those strong sets of pearly white teeth as his whole gums also showed. And adding with his blank eyes, the smile he makes looks like a constipated shark, no, more like an evil scheming shark.

“I like that it’s crooked and dark.” He met her eyes and his brightened as he smiled, the twisted triangle on his cheek creasing. “I like your crooked and dark line, too.” “Anyway,” she prompted. He smiled wryly. “Not going to let me off the hook?” “Not now that I’ve got you talking - no.”

It’s the kind of smile that comes right before something explodes — or someone disappears. “You think I buried him?” His voice is quiet and crooning while he pulls a crooked, lopsided grin — one that doesn’t reach his eyes, all menace and mockery. It’s the kind of smile that suggests he might have buried worse. The yellowish light flickers above, throwing shadows over the sharp lines of his face. The scar above his brow twitches.

Lucian leaned closer, staring straight into her bulging eyes, and then. A smile bloomed on his lips. It wasn't a human smile. No! It wasn't a normal smile. It was twisted... Empty... Psychopathic. So disturbing that everyone instinctively took a step back.

The smile that creeped its way onto the smaller's face was so sly, so unnoticeable, but so very obvious at the same time. "Coward."

A handsome devil and he knew it but he was a survivor and I loved it and I hated it at the same time. “What? What’s funny?” He broke the spell; I didn’t know I was smiling in the first place. “Nothing” “Your lips…they are doing that thing they do when you are happy” “It’s called a smile, Flames. I didn’t realize it’s a crime to smile” “Never said it was, Mia” The Mia came out a bit exaggerated from his end. “You don’t want me to speak, you don’t want me to smile, what do you want me to do?”

Williams let out. Cohen beamed. He wanted to talk, but couldn’t open his mouth as he continued smiling at Williams’s statement. “You’re a man, sir. There should be a limit to how much you will smile,” Williams lectured. “If you smile easily, people may not take you seriously. So, please, sir, control yourself. You don’t need to smile at every statement…” “I’m not against it. To some, it’s proper, but to me, it’s not,” Williams pointed out.