Novel & Cerita Michael Myers Smile

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.

I exhaled and glanced at Michael. He smirked, unfazed. "Looks like we’ll be here a few days." My voice came out tired. "We will."

Williams yawned dramatically against me. Then suddenly looked up again. “Can I ask one more question?” I sighed softly. “That depends.” “Do you smile like this with Daddy too?” I blinked slowly. “What?” He touched my face carefully with his tiny fingers. “Your happy smile.” My chest tightened painfully again. Because once upon a time… Yes. Lucas was the reason for most of my smiles. The real ones. The uncontrollable ones. The kind that made my cheeks hurt from laughing too much. And maybe…

Sarah smiled in return, the type of smile that made him never doubt that she was truly a Michealson. “Don’t worry, just leave it to me.”

Leaving Michael again in his hell hole, filled with nothing but darkness and his sad humming. Even when defeated Michael smiled, he looked at the door again and smirked, nothing would make him happier when Williams would know that he is the reason behind his great pain that makes him feels he lied. His assuring smile change to a smirk as he knew he wouldn't last there, for he knows he has faithful servants like Rosie and Luciano. Even though he knew his stay in his hell would be part of the days he would never forget, he intends to make the also the days Williams would never forget.

"Hey, a falling star!" Mykel jumped at my exclamation, making a startled yelp as he jumped backward. I looked behind me grinning, a slow chuckle escaping me at the look on his face. The startled shock slowly morphed into a slow, sleek smile that spread across his face. He had been smiling more the past couple weeks, though only lately had his smiles been reaching his eyes. This smile though was the kind of smile that makes me melt. This smile reserved for me and one I had not seen in weeks.

Whole. Then — like I’m possessed — I look back down. And that’s when it happens. Over Mike’s head, Damion grins. Just … grins. Good Lord. It’s slow and wide and completely devastating. Laughing eyes, crooked mouth, zero effort. How can a grin — from that distance — turn my spine into jelly?

“And you can get up at any time, you know. I got your point.” “Why would I do that? I like where I’m at,” Michael said, the smugness or the smirk never leaving his face. His hand released my neck and his fingers grazed up along its length until he brushed my cheek with his thumb. “You know you smell really good.” I rolled my eyes at him, but still smiled. I didn’t know why I such a compliment pleased me so much. “Yeah? Well, you’re not so bad yourself.”

I mumble sidelong. Michael is unapologetic. "We agreed not to advertise it unnecessarily. Sometimes it is appropriate." "Like when?" "Like when Marcie gets disparaging about my best friend and risks my wife punching her teeth out." ? "Have I missed something?" But no-one replies. Kirstie's face suddenly lights up.... You're a beautiful woman when you do that.... Michael's gaze follows hers. "He's here then?" She's flushing. "Sorry?" "No woman smiles like that at the arrival of a random stranger."