Eminem Smiling With Teeth Novels & Stories

His face became a smiley, crooked expression. ‘Isn’t this going to be fun, more than expected?’ he muffled in a lower tone that only he could hear. ⸻

Lee tease me and laugh. I smile to her. "You know if you are someone else, I will beat a shit out of you but you are my best friend and yes she is beautiful but HER BEAUTY IS ONLY FOR MINE"

"You should be grateful. You would've been dead long ago if my face hadn't been ruined so suddenly." I looked at the madness in her eyes and listened to her speak of Adrian as if he were some flawless prize. I nearly started giggling. 'Perfect? Is she seriously calling him perfect? A violent drunk of a man who breaks me down day by day before waking up with his lips dripping with insincere apologies? Fine. If that is the perfection she wants, then she can have him.' Sienna glanced aside. Chester Middleton, who had been waiting nearby, stepped forward and placed the anesthesia mask over my mouth and nose.

- A sly smile appeared on the lips of the silver-haired girl. _________ I think we're going to get along very well.. - She smiled in agreement being taken right away by one of the photographers, in my thoughts all that remained were the mere seconds of which still bothered me, "How could I take pleasure in meeting someone who doesn't care about his own people?.." I prank making a very rude sound, and then I don't realize it, the main minister of the sector came towards me, heavens! I won't have time to run away!

he said, and the princess glared at him sharply. "What!" she exclaimed, raising an eyebrow. She is surprised to find Mino smiling from ear to ear. Nonetheless, she must admit that seeing him smile like that gives her butterflies. His almond-shaped eyes have narrowed, his bright smile is revealing his white and perfect teeth. She finds herself staring at that smile, attempting to retain it.

“Gorgeous, that is not a problem as it’s all of our favorite tea as well.” Giving Gavin the credit for smiling is something of an inner joke. He doesn’t smile. Not in the average description of both ends of your mouth turning up into a smile. He more…smirks. Only one side of his mouth turns up. I think we’d all hit the ground if he were to give a full smile. He was born smirking and that’s all he’s ever done. Even his parents back that up.

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."

More than that, he’s smiling. It’s nothing elaborate. It’s small. A Vincent smile. I take it.

Just approve it, come on. “Wait a second!” he says, a grin spreading across his face. One of his incisors is missing, leaving a black gap in his smile. He sticks his finger in the air. “This is you, right?” I don’t respond right away which is almost a confirmation. “Black Flame? That band, right?” I try to laugh it off. “I get that a lot, but no.” He waves his hands in the air. “Say no more.” Then he taps his nose. “We don’t have to talk about it.”

I coughed with an embarrassed look which was quickly replaced by a huge smile, I wanted to get up and do the happy dance. I was just so happy. I quickly said, “ Bring your face! I want to kiss you!” He cackled, showing off his perfect 32 teeth with his dimples. He was the epitome of perfection and he knew that as his eyes glowed like the sun and moon were inserted into it.