Enigmatic Smile Novels & Stories

“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.”

And smile. A slow knowing smile...

Jacob walked behind me, his own eyes cast down, thinking about what lay beneath the mystery of my smile. Smiling gently, lips in a sweet curve, I walked alongside Jacob. My smile was the slow and deliberate kind, a slow smile spreading across my face like a sunrise sweeps across the sky. But Jacob had no idea why I smiled; the satisfaction and control I felt surged through my veins. He looked at me, seeking my eyes for an answer, but I simply continued smiling back in amusement with a glint in my eyes, savoring the moment.

“Yea Izzy can take the wrap for it. Although, she’d get away with it anyway. One smile from her and no one would be able to be mad at her” “One smile, huh?” I asked, looking at him curiously. “Well, I mean… you know, she’s…. she’s just got a smile… you know”. He stuttered in his reply. “She’s got a smile? We all have smiles. What is it about hers?” I tried to press with intrigue. “I… I don’t know… she’s just got one of those smiles that… that just…” He tried to speak, not realising just how thoughtful he looked.

she replied in a friendly tone. The man felt at ease and took a seat beside her. They engaged in a lighthearted conversation, and a smile adorned Emine's lips. For some inexplicable reason, she felt comfortable around this man. Aiden observed it all—her smile was breathtaking, a burst of radiant sunshine. It illuminated her face, captivating everyone who saw it. Her lips curved gracefully, revealing a row of dazzling, pearly white teeth. Joy glistened in her eyes, reflecting the warmth of her smile. It was a sight that could melt hearts and bring happiness to the world.

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.

This time, her smile was unmistakable, radiating a sense of quiet triumph. The young CEO's dark green eyes stared at her full lips, trying to unravel the mystery behind her enigmatic smile. He smelled danger on her face, although she is undeniably stunning. Alexander, observing Sophia from a close distance, assessed her with interest. Her smile hinted at a depth of knowledge and resolve, intriguing him momentarily. It provided a brief respite in the midst of chaos, evoking a sense of curiosity within him.

He smiles at me once more. Damn, that smile does strange things to me! His hazel eyes seem to almost light up when he smiles, little wrinkles next to his eyes appear, making his face seem instantly more animated. I see him looking at the lock screen of my phone as he goes to hand it back. The picture is of me and my brother with our father at a pack event. All formal.

She asked as L reached her. L smiled. “Is it bad to smile when you feel like everything is different?” He asked. Mrs. Kim looked at him confused. “What do you mean?” She asked. L shrugged. “I don’t know, Mom. I just feel like smiling today.” He said. Mrs. Kim narrowed her eyes on him as she felt that something is weird with her son. Oh well, for one, L is cold. He doesn’t smile much. Two, he is the master of the poker face even if he is happy. So, what made him smile all the way home today?

"It would be rude not to attend." A smile appeared on her face as she said this last part, but it didn't reach her eyes. I'd learned to read Clara's smiles over the years, to distinguish between the real ones and the performative ones. This was definitely the latter. A social smile, the kind she used when trying to convince someone to do something they didn't want to do.