Ken Carson Smile Novels & Stories

"I guess the Young Miss close to Mrs Carmine must have an objection because she has been maintaining that frown on her face for a while now!" Mrs Carmine used her eyes to signal to west to immediately smile. "Umm no no-sir I have no objections" West said with an awkward smile that she felt that she must look like a mummy right now.

Carson says and I shove my hands into my pockets a few seconds away from losing my shit. “It was, but right now I have some other shit going on,” I say and Carson smiles, imitating my position and placing his hands into his pockets as he leans against the glass that separates the VIP area from the common area. His eyes meet mine and I feel something in my stomach turn. “Is it about your little girl?” He says, offering me a sinister smile. I take one step closer to him, ending the distance between us, and his eyes meet mine as he smirks. “I would say she is entertained right now,” he says and I grind my teeth

Carson peered at my face, saw my sullen expression, and agreed, “Fine.” Relieved, I followed him to his car, and he unlocked the door for me.

Damian~ I stood outside the hospital ward with my hands buried deep inside my pockets. The glass panel on the door gave me a clear view of everything happening inside. And somehow... That made things worse. Carla was smiling. Actually smiling. Not the strained kind she sometimes forced whenever she was overwhelmed. No. This one was genuine. Bright. Warm. Alive. The kind of smile that transformed her entire face. The kind of smile that made people forget she'd spent the last twenty-four hours in a nightmare.

The doubt, the scorn, the sneers falling on me from every direction. Just then, Jason made his move. Dressed in a sharp tailcoat, he walked toward me. He didn't look the slightest bit bothered by the bride switch. In fact, I could see he was smiling faintly, as if he was amused. "You don't look surprised at all," Jason said. "You don't seem that shocked, either," I replied, forcing myself to stay calm. His smile widened, sharp and captivating. He turned to the stunned guests and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, there's nothing wrong with the bride. Leona Foster is indeed my bride!"

My legs were shaking violently, but I stood my ground. "I'll definitely pay you! But I won't forgive you if you lay a hand on Dad!" "You won't forgive us?" Scarface repeated, letting out an amused snort and moving closer to me. "You're quite the looker, pretty lady. I can offer you a compromise. You don't have to pay the remaining 150,000 dollars if you spend a few days with us. What do you say?" My gut churned uncomfortably as I trembled violently. Just as Scarface was about to tear my clothes apart, a few black cars roared onto the scene with one of them screeching to a stop right in front of us.

"Why just smile, honey? Are you imagining how to be. . . ow " Irawan then stroked his arm which was pinched by Saskia. He smiled then kissed the face of Saskia who looked at him without paying attention to the gazes of all the guests. Why are you always teasing me? I'm ashamed to hear your request. Just imagine me not yet, let alone ... "

he says, keeping his gaze straight, so do I. “I wish I got you before. I mean, you would suggest that before” “You know it now” He looks at me with a smile. He’s smiling at me in a goddamn month. And he has got dimples when he smiles. He’s freaking cute. NO, EMILY. JUST NOOOOO! I scream at myself. I can’t crush over my boss. No way! When I’m embarrassed to myself he gets a call. “I think the mechanic has come,” Kane climbs down the car and slams the door shut.

It was so tight that even my dress was scrunched up. What is this? Releasing a gasp of fear I whipped my head to the driver’s side ready to fight for my life when I stopped, my eyes widening as I beheld the person driving the car. She smiled at me. Once again I couldn’t get past the fact that her smile was anything but friendly. Even though she didn’t look like the shy, awkward Carla I know there was no mistaking the edge in that smile. “Carla?”

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE MORETTI'S ESTATE Carlos's Estate Office Carlos flinched when I smiled. Not the soft, angelic smile I gave strangers, but the wide, sharp one that stretched across my face like a blade. The one he’d seen when we were children and he knew he was about to be dragged through hell. “Since I’m staying for a while,” I said sweetly, “why don’t we make it productive?” His eyes widened. “Catalina-”