Enigmatic Smile Novels & Stories

The thought flashed through his mind, unbidden and dangerous. Elena walked up to him, offering a slight, respectful bow. “Good morning, Mr. Chairman.” “Good morning, Miss Marquez,” he replied. Then, he did something that made the entire team stop in their tracks. He smiled. It wasn't a shark-like grin or a professional smirk. It was a small, genuine, and unnecessary smile. The employees exchanged awkward, terrified glances. A smile from Damien Black was like a solar eclipse—rare and potentially dangerous.

Smiles. ~Mmeso Writes

I looked up at her with a small frown, “I’m not a clown face, you creep.” “Yes you are,” she argued, “you’ve had a smile permanently glued to your face since you got back this morning and that definitely makes you one.” “You’re just fishing for gossip, we both know that,” I rolled my eyes at her. She didn’t deny my claim, in fact, she proceeded to prove it. “And so? I just happen to know that that wishful smile you walked in with is a sign of nothing other than peak sexual satisfaction, and I need to know the tea!” she clapped, her eyes practically popping out of her head and filled with curiosity.

There was silence. Absolute silence. There wasn’t any form of movement, Neither did anyone breathe. Nobody even blinked. Because the man on the screen, the one standing in the hallway of the building, had smiled. Not a random smile. Not a cold smile. Not Nathan’s terrifying smile. No. This smile looked completely different. Like the one of recognition. Like relief. Like he had been searching for something for years, and had finally found it. Amara stared at the screen.

He said coldly while smiling at other guests. I softly clear my throat and said, “What does it say?” “That you want to disappear.” He said shortly before greeting another fellow alpha. He wasn’t wrong. “The humidity is getting to you,” Lucen murmured smoothly as he paused to greet a hulking alpha with a bone-crushing handshake. “You need to circulate. Eyes on me. Smile.” “I am smiling,” I muttered. “Convincingly,” he corrected. I smiled harder. It felt like a crack in a porcelain doll’s face.

Then it happened—out of nowhere—I smiled. Emilia had crossed my mind. Not the public version. Not the woman with perfect hair and calm, even answers. The other one. The one who curled into my side without asking. The one who always smelled faintly like almond oil and some kind of flower I could never name. Her voice, soft and unhurried, lived in my head more than I admitted. I didn’t mean to smile. It just… happened. Then I heard it—Lana. “Sir… did you just smile?”

my mom asks, the corners of her mouth lifting into a tiny, cat-like smile. #Cha

One of the most elderly rouge among them proclaimed and for once in a long while, I smiled. A pure and genuine smile that was void of pain, a smile that wasn't factitious or counterfeit. But just then, one of the rouge messengers came bursting in like someone that was bearing horrible news.

He had to make her pay or else he would not forgive himself. “Okay! And for your information, I am not interested in knowing a rude man like you! Huh!” The woman chuckled mocking him. Eric saw her red lips parted and her white teeth showed up. A nice smile was an understatement. She had a perfect smile. Her smile alone could easily capture someone’s heart. “Stop smiling!” Eric ordered angrily bumping her shoulder on the wall then he released her. He hated her smile. “Why, Mr. rude man? Are you falling for me now?” The Enchantress strode sexily closer to him as Eric took some steps back.

I stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"