Michael Myers Smile Novels & Stories

The stray hairs framing his forehead carried a hint of dampness from the first snow falling outside the window. His gaze locked onto me. "What kind of trouble did you run into?" The rumors didn't exaggerate. Michael genuinely possessed a face that could make someone forgive working mandatory overtime. However, he didn't look as cold or venomous as the rumors suggested. In fact, he could almost be described as gentle. After I awkwardly explained that I messaged him by mistake, Michael let out a fake, humorless smile. "How come you never transfer your salary to me by mistake?" Alright.

Michael said leaning on the door, grinning widely. "Yes! Go for it!" I said elatedly. "Only in your wildest dreams ah ah!" Michael sang high pitched making me scrunch my nose. I rolled my eyes and he laughed and walked outside. "Play Smile by Katy Perry!" I ordered Alexa. "Playing Smile by Katy Perry." The voice echoed. I stated jumping on the beat. It's an amazing song. I could hardly control my legs and smile. "Yeah! I'm thankful, scratch that baby I'm grateful...Smile." Michael shouted the lyrics and I joined. It was the happiest start of the day for me.

Scarlett's POV After telling Michael to stay away from me, I was expecting him to scoff, to roll his eyes, to throw some arrogant, dismissive remark my way because that was what he always did. That was who he was. But to my surprise… he smiled. It wasn't a smirk. Not a cruel, mocking grin. It was an actual smile. I frowned. “What the hell is funny?” Michael didn’t answer right away. He just stood there, his lips slightly curled, as if he had a secret I wasn’t in on.

Michael’s smirk deepened, wicked amusement flickering across his face. “I suppose I should be thorough

he said flashing a bright smile finding the situation funny. She was stunned for a brief moment, it was the first time she saw him smiling, it was surely not as cheerful as Michael's smile but it was a bright and warm smile one could offer and not mention that he looked utterly handsome with that toothy smile showcased on his graceful full lips. Clearing her throat, she tried to brush his handsomeness out of her focus. "You should not listen to someone's conversation and I was not blaming Michael, I am stating the truth that guy shows too many emotions and his behavior is contagious." Maria said justifying herself as her habit and she could not understand that why was she explaining herself

It came out before I could stop it — short and genuine and slightly wet around the edges because my eyes were still damp — and I pressed my hand over my mouth immediately after like I could take it back. But Michael's expression had shifted. The corner of his mouth had moved. Just slightly. Just enough. And then — there it was. A chuckle. Low and quiet, barely there, but real. And with it came the smile — not the polite controlled version, not the professional nothing-expression, but a real one, the kind that reached all the way up to his eyes and changed his whole face. The same smile from the album. I stared at him. He looked... he looked so perfectly, unfairly, completely done when he smi

Sonia’s Point of View I’ve just successfully stuffed a marshmallow into Michael’s mouth while he wasn’t paying attention—again—and it’s honestly starting to feel like a personal talent. The look of betrayal on his face is priceless. “You absolute menace,” he mumbles around the marshmallow, chewing reluctantly. I flash him my best innocent smile, which probably looks more like a gremlin grin. “You looked too serious. Thought you needed sweetening.”

Of course, we men are all waiting on the women. Michael comes in. "Looking good, guys." He's smiling in his own tux. His brown hair tossed but nicely done. I crane my neck to look at him behind me, then turn. Eying him up and down. "You clean up nice." I joke. He smirks. "I have my moments. I'm just glad your dad let me go. Though tomorrow I guess I face the music." His smile fades a bit.

Wanting to explode. With a smile on my face, I fall into my chair. Making myself comfortable. Waiting for the show to start. “Austin! How the fuck can you be so idiotic?” Michael’s hand goes into the air. Looking like a tube man outside of a car dealership. “Michael, calm down. We can fix this,” Austin responds. Trying to calm Michael down. “How? Please enlighten me with your bright idea.” Michael says sarcastically. The vein on his forehead looks like it is about to explode.

"You make my heart jump in joy, that's all. Noah never managed that." I wriggled my arms and he let one hand go. I cupped his face and smiled. Michael averted his face. "I'm worrying you." My eyebrows rose in surprise. Was I that easily readable? "Your smile is fake. I can see the worry behind it." "It's only natural for me to worry", I got slightly up to kiss his cheek. As Michael didn't react, I kissed the corner of his mouth with an enjoyable hum, fully knowing he was weak for that.