Michael Myers Smile Novels & Stories

I swallowed the reaction before it surfaced. “Perfect,” he murmured. He was watching, always watching. Was he possibly teasing? Waiting for a crack in my mask. We drove to the hall, the moment we stepped into the hall, eyes latched onto us like vultures scenting fresh prey. I lifted my chin, letting their scrutiny wash over me. Michael’s grip tightened around my waist, a warning. His world had rules. Appearances were everything. “Smile,” he muttered under his breath. I did. A slow, deliberate curve of my lips. Not too much. Just enough to make them wonder.

“Look at his face!” We all burst into laughter, and I caught the moment when Miles laughed too. I don't remember seeing him laugh before, or maybe only in online videos. But, in the real world, his smile looks adorable with his gummy smile. Not just physically, with his little mouth and tiny teeth showing in the way his gums are formed, but emotionally as well. His smile feels genuine, even though it's simple and doesn't stand out. But that smile seemed to lift the entire weight off Miles Brown's shoulders.

Although he was the don of the American Mafia, he seemed friendly and live life in a nonchalant manner. I scoffed. Why the hell was he smiling. We weren’t even on good terms with each other and his smile was really irritating. I didn’t show any displeasure and returned the smile. “What a nice Casino you have here, Micheal.” Micheal’s smile broadened. He brushed back his black short hair from his face and walked away from the Bratvas. They nodded at me and continued talking amongst themselves.

He exudes confidence and self-assurance. As he turns to see who’s approaching, I gulp hard as my heart skips a few beats. A smug smile pulls on the corner of his mouth as I freeze on the spot. I feel winded as his smoldering intense gaze examines me. “Dangerous game your playing, Sunshine.” His voice is low and dripping with desire. I clear my throat and regain my confidents, it’s only Michael. I give him a sarcastic smile. “Your playing the game on your own, let’s go.” I exit the building and walk to my car.

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.

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.