Crooked Smile Meaning Novels & Stories

The smile on Dante's lips faltered for a bit as it turned into a sinister grin. "No”

Sam piped up, smiling knowingly at me, an expression which I soon discovered was mirrored by Juliette and Beckham too. "And what makes you think that?" I asked back. "Maybe because you have your Hawk grin on," Juliette singsong, leaving me confused. "Hawk grin?" "She means that stupid grin you have on your face whenever you're chatting with Hawk," Beckham mused matter-of-factly. "What? I do not have a Hawk grin," I protested. But if they heard me, they didn't show it as they were too busy chuckling to themselves. They've got to be kidding me. Hawk grin? Yeah, right!

SHERNEIL. Why was it so hard to smile or laugh? I stared at my reflection in the mirror, attempting to tug my lips upward like I see people normally do when they smile. But nothing happened. It didn't look like I was smiling; rather, it looked like I was about to cry, my face scrunched up. This wasn't a smile. This was a grimace. Why is it so hard for me to smile like every other person does? Why don't I find things funny like they do?

He sniped with a sly smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. I knew it! What a jerk!

His hair was very light, almost the same color as his skin and was perfectly coiffed into a high curl. But that face was at odds with the rest of it all. At least, the expression on the face. I saw something dark, something lurking just beneath the surface, lingering and hungry. When he smiled, he showed off pearly white teeth, and the smile seemed like a grimace. “I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting,” he said. “We got into a big of trouble.”

He smiled crookedly, pulling me in and kissing me softly on my lips. “You should be glad they didn’t meet the real gigolo in bed with you. So why don’t you put a smile on your beautiful face and enjoy the rest of the show. Don’t ruin it when it’s just getting to the good part,” he lets out mischievously, his face filled with smiles.

I looked up at her with a small frown, “I’m not a clown face, you creep.” “Yes you are,” she argued, “you’ve had a smile permanently glued to your face since you got back this morning and that definitely makes you one.” “You’re just fishing for gossip, we both know that,” I rolled my eyes at her. She didn’t deny my claim, in fact, she proceeded to prove it. “And so? I just happen to know that that wishful smile you walked in with is a sign of nothing other than peak sexual satisfaction, and I need to know the tea!” she clapped, her eyes practically popping out of her head and filled with curiosity.

I ask He hesitates for a while before he answers. "You're smiling..." "Ookaayy..." I drawls. "So?... I'm sure this is not my first time smiling– or laughing. I've done the act before so what's your point?" "Well, before... hmmm, you kinda had this strange way of smiling..." "Like a Hyena!?..." I interrupt with a raised brow. "Yes, like that!..." He eagerly says pointing at my face before he realizes my words and what he just did. "Oh, no, Alpha, I didn't mean like a hyena. I mean you have that exact smile on your face right now."

One of the most elderly rouge among them proclaimed and for once in a long while, I smiled. A pure and genuine smile that was void of pain, a smile that wasn't factitious or counterfeit. But just then, one of the rouge messengers came bursting in like someone that was bearing horrible news.

A cruel grin spread across his face. “Perfect.”