Eminem Smiling With Teeth Novels & Stories

Greg notices me looking at them, and he smiles, “What?” I shake my head, “Nothing.” He looks suspicious, “You’re doing that thing.” “What thing?” “The emotional smile.” I gasp, “I do not have an emotional smile.” He nods seriously, “You do.” I narrow my eyes, “You’re lucky you’re hot and attractive.” He looks delighted, “I know.”

A welcome change from the damp, expected mustiness. His smile was one of the things that first captured my heart. It wasn't about technical perfection, though the way his dimples winked and his teeth flashed white certainly didn't detract. It was the way it transformed his entire face, crinkling the corners of his eyes with genuine warmth. It held a silent promise of laughter and shared secrets, a spark of joy that was utterly contagious. Somehow, that crinkled-eyed grin managed to disarm even the most guarded defenses, leaving me feeling instantly at ease.

The thing that shocks me the most is that he smiles a big toothy grin – a smile that is innocent , a smile that did not belong to a murderer. “ There there little one… You need to start getting used to this – because I can guarantee that this will be the last time that you see me kill someone because of you…” he says smiling that big toothy grin , his mood jovial. He resembles a jovial and patient father telling his little daughter to eat her vegetables so that she will grow up to be strong and healthy. “Be – because of me?” I ask him

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.

Then at me. He smiled. There was blood in his teeth.

I tried not to make any noise by biting my lower lip. He got to his feet and tried to bend over, making a crackling sound on his back like an elderly man. On his last sound crack, he smiled and stated, "Ah, that was a relief..." Legolas glared at me and muttered, "What's so funny?" when he spotted me smiling at him with my teeth exposed.

Copyright ©️ 2022 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions I turn slowly to see a grungy looking man, missing several teeth and smelling like he wouldn’t remember what a shower was if I asked about it. He leans forward, several strands of greasy, matted brown maybe black hair fall towards my face and I cringe, falling back out of the squatted position I was hiding in. “You look like a fine little treat for me and my friends, little dove.” he smiles menacingly at me. Well, I think it’s supposed to be a smile. There are too many teeth missing to be sure.

Upon realizing the mini act, he gets back up and clears his throat. - Yes, it was obvious that you were fine - his serious face returns He smiled, I was amused by that...

“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.”

“We don't think of you as such—” Min-a waved her off. “Yeah, yeah. That's not the point. We only want to visit him, see how he's faring, what kind of guts he's packing. You know…” Min-a smiled at Eun Hye. A type of smile she had never seen him wear, it was a one-sided smirk and his eyes appeared darker. “You are scaring me…” Eun Hye confessed.