Edward Scissorhands Smile Novels & Stories

The loud heart-shuddering thud of a fist slamming against the table, rattling the wine cups and bowls startled me to my bones as I whipped my head up at the scowling face in front of me, looking like he was trying to suppress some Ill intentions as his hardened edge softened and softened until it became the way it was before I blanked out, a small smile grazing his lips as he stuffed his mouth full of salad, gleaming eyes glued on mine as he chewed down on his food. "Uh...I'm sorry. It's the image of that blood earlier...it's-" My words came to an abrupt halt as he raised a hand at me to pause, and I did as I watched him swallowing his mouthful of salad, chugged down a glass of wine, snatche

Her fingers splayed across the wooden surface. Edward's breath came fast. "Wait, wait—" A second biker stepped forward, holding something metallic. A butcher’s knife. Edward’s vision blurred at the edges. "Luca, don’t—" The blade came down in a flash. A sickening, wet thud. A bloodcurdling scream. Grace’s pinkie fell to the floor. Edward gagged at the sight of blood pouring from her hand. Her cries were raw, animalistic. She thrashed, but the man holding her down didn’t budge.

I glared at him, but it was useless because I had a large smile on my face. “What do you want?” I threw out, short of throwing my tiny fists at him. Talking about fists, my eyes went down to his hand which was on my thigh. I pulled it up. It was heavy. Ryan tightened it on purpose, struggling as I tried to pull it to me. I glared at him again, a warning for him to behave. He eased his hand and I smiled as I turned it, examining it. His hand was larger than mine, fingers long, neat and short. His palm was rough as if he had been mining with them. It was my first time seeing a scarred palm. It had me frown as I rubbed my finger over it. My eyes shot up, apparently he wasn’t ticklish there.

Edward went to get us the ticket and I stood awkwardly at the entrance. "Hey" he said as he walked towards me. "Hey" I smiled "I think this is a ticket for 'blade Trinity' that's OK?" he asked and I nodded he took my hands in his and walked in. "OK are you seeing how fake their teeth are?" Edward scoffed as he chewed his popcorn. "It isn't that bad " I tired to stifle my laughter. "It is bad I mean look at that woman her hair Jezzus" I laughed out loud earning looks from some people.

Then, suddenly, Edward exhaled sharply and trembled. I looked down and saw the scissors lying next to his shoes. It must've hit him. I finally released his wrist to check myself. It turned out I had a small gash on my forearm as well.

He offered me a quick, stiff smile which clearly meant something else. I exhaled out a breath before grabbing the scissor from between the pens and parting the sharp ends open. He stared at me in disbelief as I bought the tip of the scissor to my left palm. Just before pressing the sharp end against my palm, I rose my head and glanced at him once last time. He didn't utter anything as I made a small cut over my skin. It ached for a moment only as the skin over my palm was tough enough to bear a cut. But the blood seeped out quickly and spread over my palm.

She never thought there would be a day when she would touch this disgusting thing. Edgar was amused when Elissa lifted his palm. He had been holding back his laughter. Edgar laughed out loud when he saw Elissa's face pretending to be happy. The look on Elissa's face was entirely at odds with the look in her eyes. Swearing to God, Edgar wanted to pinch his wife's cheeks.

I'll let everyone know that the 'Victory Queen' is a monster who abandoned her own father! Alexander tried to step in again, but I held up my hand to stop him. I looked at the man in front of me, his face twisted and sweaty, and I could not help but smile a little. "You're on drugs." I was not asking him. I knew it was true. His smug look turned to pure fear. Having been a lawyer for so long, I had learned to notice every little thing, even when I was mad. He was all over the place, talking nonsense, shaking and sweating like crazy, and skinny as a stick.

he smiled at me I huffed giving him the corn dogs I bought "Here, take this I bought it on my way" I said "Thanks" he took it from me I smile as I watched him eat, the way his Adam apple moved up as he swallowed was cute Jack is really cute,his hair was black and shiny, he got perfect blue eyes, pale white skin, and red lips he was a guy to die for Sometimes I even ask myself why I have a crush on him, it's not as if he likes me too

Growling, I snatch my fist out of his mouth and stare down at him, detached from the situation. He gasps and gulps in much needed air, then he starts to scream. A wobbling smile graces my lips as his intact eye rolls around and scans the room with lightning speed. Eventually, it settles on me and my smile stops wobbling. It's firm now. I'm too far gone.