Crooked Smile Meaning Novels & Stories

“Not just talking. You were smiling.” I paused for half a second. Damn Marcus and his semi functioning memory. Tariq dropped his fork like it was breaking news. “Smiling? Like actually smiling? Not the polite one or the fake public one, but the real kind?” “I smile all the time,” I muttered. “False,” Rafeal said. “You smirk, you glower, you look vaguely constipated sometimes, but smiling? That’s rare, my guy.” Tariq barked a laugh. “So who was she?”

He smiled his now signature wolfish grin and winked at me. I inhaled deeply, the acrid smell of my things being blown up and the dust made my eyes water. I tried to make the corner of my mouth curl upwards, to answer his smile, but I know that it was a weak attempt as the corners didn’t move like I wanted them to.

I didn't notice that I had a smile on my face as I went into my office that morning, until Max pointed it out. "You look like the cat that caught the canary," he said, raising his eyebrows mischievously. I immediately rearranged my smile into a scowl as I stared at him. "What does that even mean?" "It means did you get some?" He asked shamelessly, wriggling his eyebrows at me. "How the fuck is that any of your business?" I snapped.

Edges brushed with pale violet. He grinned. The corner of his mouth tugged sideways, a canine flashing. His face wasn't used to the expression. Too many years since he'd used it. When the muscles of his cheekbone pulled upward, the lines at the corners of his eyes bunched together like cracked earth. But his teeth were white. The canine was sharper than the rest. It glinted in the sun. Reg stared at him. "Dad, what are you smiling at."

“You’re messing with me, aren’t you? I can never tell when you do that? Why don’t you smile or something?” Why don’t you smile. You wouldn’t believe the amount of times I’d heart this question. I gave him the answer I always did. “I don’t smile.” Simple and short. “But you do.” I looked at him. “Excuse me?” “You do smile. When you’re stepping on the skulls of your enemies. It’s a scary sort of smile.” I shrugged. “Guess that’s the only thing that brings me joy.”

A cruel smile tugged at his lips. “Then I’ll do what you couldn’t”.

I said and smiled. Anthony glanced at me and had a sour face. Oh, don't tell me he's angry with my smile. Anthony sat up and scowled at me. "Looks like you need a mouth mask so you don't smile at other people." "What's the problem, Anthony?" "I don't like." "And that's a sign of thanks." "If it's a sign of thanks then there's no need to draw your lips wide, it should be like this, elegant," he said while displaying his stingy smile. Of course, I can't because that's like Natalie. A smug and arrogant smile.

It was the kind of smile you give someone when you've stopped being hurt and started being dangerous. "Of course you will," I responded "You always do,” my smile came out mischievous.

Amber What kind of smile would I wear for my mugshot? I’d been asking myself that for the past thirty seconds ever since Evalie opened her little mouth and let a nuclear bomb drop on my sanity. Would it be a crazed, Joker-like grin? Teeth bared, eyes wide, insanity seeping through the cracks? Or maybe a dead-eyed smirk, cold and distant, the kind of smile you wear when your soul's been flattened by bullshit so often, it’s just muscle memory now.

When Leo smirks, it means he is cooking something up in his head, something that wasn’t good at all, but what was it? To be continued!!