Joseph Morgan Smile Novels & Stories

The moment the words left his mouth, the man exiting the vehicle clicked his tongue playfully. “Well, look at that.” “So polite all of a sudden?” “When did you start calling me uncle, my dear nephew?” Liam's expression immediately darkened. Even though irritation flashed across his face, he still forced himself to remain polite. "So it's you, Mr. Morgan." Standing on the red carpet was none other than Marcus Morgan. Dressed in a deep burgundy suit that perfectly matched his reputation, he looked dangerous, arrogant, and effortlessly charismatic. Naturally, Vanessa Vale was on his arm.

I turned sharply, eyes scanning the darkness. “Liam?” No answer. Then, out of the gloom, someone stepped forward. Not Liam. Morgan. He looked different. Thinner. Older. His clothes were torn, his eyes hollow, but there was something in his expression I didn’t recognize, a strange calm, like someone who’d already made peace with a terrible choice. “Morgan?” I whispered, unable to believe it. “You’re alive.” He gave a small, humorless smile. “Depends on what you mean by alive.”

Morgan said from the open doorway where he was leaning, arms crossed over his chest, smirking. She changed her mind. She loathed that smirk. Glancing down at the little boy, she found a lump forming in her throat, envious that Morgan could take his son to work. Her mind filled with the echoes of Maggie's laughter from under her mother's desk.

Caroline's face. "Stop crying Mom, you would make me cry too," Morgan said, Mrs Caroline forced a smile and cleaned her eyes. "I'm happy you came back safe and sound. You are all grown, your Auntie, Hannah would be so proud of you when she sets her eyes on you," Mrs Caroline said and Morgan chuckled. "Hey, Bro!" She called out loud as she saw Tarq heading towards their direction with his usual straight face but Morgan who knew him well was already used to that face of his, she quickly jumped into his hands, making him hiss while Mrs Caroline chuckled.

She took the drink with a smile and takes a sip. He relaxed his hands in his pocket, and scoots closer to her, heaving a sigh. “Enjoying?” he asked. Her eyes follow his face. “I can’t say I am enjoying completely. But thanks for asking anyway.” “Why do you pretend to be fake when you aren’t? why smiling when you can’t smile from inside?”. “And who said I am not smiling from inside? You are wrong about it. I am not sad about anything. Not now anyway.” She drank the whole win in one sip.

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.

Jiang Mohan looked at her and said, "They're actually not the same." 00Cassandra wasn't sure what he was trying to say. Was he trying to test her? Or was it purely based on her feelings? 00"What do you mean?" she asked. 00"Miss Morgan is very beautiful, but she doesn't have any sunshine. She likes to smile. When she smiles at me, her curved eyes and brows always make me feel very warm." When he mentioned her, his eyebrows became softer. When his eyes fell on Stephanie, the softness disappeared again. "You are gloomier and completely opposite to her. Although Miss Morgan can fake smile, it is too fake and not sincere."