Enigmatic Smile Novels & Stories

I ask He hesitates for a while before he answers. "You're smiling..." "Ookaayy..." I drawls. "So?... I'm sure this is not my first time smiling– or laughing. I've done the act before so what's your point?" "Well, before... hmmm, you kinda had this strange way of smiling..." "Like a Hyena!?..." I interrupt with a raised brow. "Yes, like that!..." He eagerly says pointing at my face before he realizes my words and what he just did. "Oh, no, Alpha, I didn't mean like a hyena. I mean you have that exact smile on your face right now."

I watched her closely, hoping for a glimpse into her thoughts, a window to the storm that raged within her. Her lips curved into a smile, but it was a smile that held a mysterious quality, a smile that both intrigued and unnerved me. It was a smile that seemed to say she knew something I didn't, a secret she held close to her heart. I pressed on, my curiosity piqued. "What's wrong, Lotus? Why do you smile so enigmatically?" I probed, my voice filled with a mixture of concern and curiosity. Her response was barely above a whisper, her words elusive and laden with hidden meaning.

I don't have friends - I am not sure if that is something that I should be proud of. Well, it's not like I don't try to approach my classmates or try to interact. It’s just that I have a weird smile. No, it's not the type of smile that involves weird and rotten teeth - I have perfectly white and straight teeth. You see, my smile is fatal and dangerous. Just one look at these weapons and even the ferocious growl of a mountain lion would seem harmless. If this were a comic, I would call this attack: The Killer Smile.

I say a nemesing smile creeping to my lip. ######################

“What?” “A non-sequitur. A phrase that doesn’t—” I held up my hand. “I know what a non-sequitur is, you dick. I’m just not sure how—” I looked over at him and found him smiling at me. And not the kind of smile I was used to seeing on his face. It wasn’t malicious. It didn’t shiver me to my core. It was… just a smile. A genuine, eye-reaching, illuminating smile. I’d never seen Clint smile like that before. Hell, I’d never seen him smile at all. But something like this?

“Not just talking. You were smiling.” I paused for half a second. Damn Marcus and his semi functioning memory. Tariq dropped his fork like it was breaking news. “Smiling? Like actually smiling? Not the polite one or the fake public one, but the real kind?” “I smile all the time,” I muttered. “False,” Rafeal said. “You smirk, you glower, you look vaguely constipated sometimes, but smiling? That’s rare, my guy.” Tariq barked a laugh. “So who was she?”

When had this man ever smiled? “No, I’m not,” Kennis said curtly. I crouched down and whispered in Ana’s ear, “Just let him be. I genuinely think he doesn’t know how to smile. I’ve never seen him smile.” Ana chuckled and nodded, and Kennis snapped his head towards me. “I know how to smile,” “Then do it,” Ana and I said in unison, crossing our arms

he said with a subtle smile. I almost missed it; I would have if I hadn't been paying attention to his face and his face only. It always calmed me down. Although he and his psychotic abuser of a brother did have some similarities, Enzo's smile was always real. Candid. Meaningful. "Can we...talk inside?" His thick brows creased as apprehension lowered his voice. "Signor—"

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

And then cane the psycho to push her back to her old lane. She didn't miss it... being in such a dark mood. Being on such a dark side. She didn't miss it, but she fitted into it. The only thing that was usual in her outer appearance was the smile, she forced on. A smile that popped dimples on both her cheek as her best friend, Anna approached with a genuine bright smile. An observer all her life, Elena had seen so many faces, and could easily tell the difference in both their smiles. While hers had been forced to not give herself away, Anna's was genuine and couldn't even be false.