Empty Smiles Novels & Stories

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

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“Tell me, Emmet, do you think Callum will ever wake up?” "No, Eloise." I glanced at the man in the distance, painting my image on the canvas, and smiled as I spoke. “From now on, I don’t need to hear any more news about him. I’ve found my happiness again.”

What a joke! They entered the palace smoothly and Mu Xi led her to a large clearing where there seemed to be other ladies flitting about and chattering. Tea did not know much about what she was doing so she just remained silent and enjoyed looking at the beautiful ladies. She tried to minimise her presence but her appearance was just too eye-catching. Nevertheless, apart from a few glances here and there, no one approached her at all. She was secretly relieved because she did not have to deal with a sudden best-friend or new arch nemesis. She really had no energy to even think. Looking about the girls, she noticed someone who was just as quiet as her in the corner of the room but did not say

He walked because walking was what he did when the space was clearing. Ernest noticed this and said nothing about it. He had learned to read the qualities of Don's February state accurately, and he read this state as neutral-to-positive. Don was not depressed. Don was not anxious. Don was not casting about for the next thing with the desperate quality of someone who could not tolerate emptiness. Don was inhabiting the emptiness. He was letting it be empty. He was trusting that it would fill when it was ready.

Then, with the smallest smile: “You’re annoying. But I don’t hate you.” I gasped again, hand to my chest. “That’s practically a confession.” “That’s all you’re getting.” I grinned. “I’ll take it.” We fell quiet again, but it wasn’t awkward this time. It was the kind of silence that felt full instead of empty. The kind where you don’t feel like you need to fill the space because the person next to you gets you. After a minute, Cameron spoke, voice softer now. “I didn’t think I’d ever have this,” he said.

In a feverish haze, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy called out, "Delivery for Mr. Hendrick." I smiled as I took it from the delivery guy and thanked him. I was going to laugh at James for being childish. After all, before falling asleep, I had only mentioned that I had a fever. Yet he had already ordered medicine for me. However, when I opened the delivery bag and saw what was inside, my expression froze. Condoms and lubricant were right there in plain sight, and even the toy in my hand made my head spin. Just as I took out my phone, ready to demand an explanation from my husband, a text message suddenly popped up. "This is Sangland Resortworld. Dear Mr. Hendrick, we are de

It was a mask, carved from pale, lacquered wood. The features were smooth, blank, and eerily serene. “They wear these. They don’t speak. They don’t fight unless cornered. They just… watch. And place the stones.” Mira picked up the mask, her healer’s senses probing. “There’s no malice in this. No anger. It’s… empty. A perfect void. It doesn't feel like a corruption of something good. It feels like the absence of anything at all.” The Geode-Singer’s envoy hummed, its light dimming as it focused. “The negative echo is not a twisted note. It is the *concept* of silence, given form. These ‘Hollow Men’ are not alive. They are vessels. Carriers of an idea.”

I replied smoothly, keeping my face blank. As soon as David turned his back and walked toward a quieter hallway to answer the phone, my smile completely vanished. The heavy, fake mask slipped off my face, leaving me feeling hollow and exhausted. My throat was dry, like sand, and the tension of the last hour had left a dull, aching hunger in my stomach.

He said with a pained smile and he walked out before I could say anything. I was just playing, and I was going to tell him the truth but I didn’t expect that he would react like that. I should be relieved and happy that he was gone. But why do I feel empty… like I lost something? ........................................................................ The moon and the stars Tried their best, But I couldn’t look away From you. Those eyes of yours Could swallow stars, Galaxies and universes. What hope did I Ever have? All the planets and moons and stars in the cosmos