Michael Myers Smile Novels & Stories

The smile on the face of Michael’s changed to a dark sneer; his eyes squinted in a frown showing that he was unhappy. The person he did not want to see stood there smiling at him. Looking at the openly dressed girl he coldly spoke, “What are you doing here??”

My friend explained that while I was trying to get her attention and let her know to stay quiet, it did not work. " Troubles in paradise?" Michael looked at me with a sly smile. " Temporary, but I am glad it makes you happy," I replied, watching his smile drop. " Why do you think it makes me happy? " He asked in a panicked voice since Gabrielle glanced at him questioningly. " I just felt like it does," I replied innocently." But maybe I was wrong."

Michelle grinned and that made me remember what happened last night. "You know what?, don't start with me this morning because we didn't kiss last night and Jeremy is totally not my boyfriend not even in the future" I replied and sit beside Michael who didn't even interfere. And it obvious he is more matured than my crazy sister who always force words out of me. "Good morning Michael" I greeted and he returned with a smile, that strange. "Why is Michael replying a good morning with a smile" I asked obviously confused because that unusual.

Cris answered. "How long are you planning to stay cooped up in here?I'm done entertaining your guests for you. I think I smiled so much my face hurts.I was afraid my face would crack if I stayed anothe minute in there with those wolves"Micheal Said touching his cheeks. We bursted into fits of laughter as we watched the frown on his face. "How could you guys laugh? this is serious man.You need to get out of here and greet your guests. You can continue your smooching later. "Micheal said sternly but the corner of his lips twitched in the hint of a smile.

I ordered as Aric slammed the door shut. As the car pulled away, I caught one last glimpse of Michael through the window. His smile had transformed into a dangerous smirk.

I stayed back and looked at the small smile that played on his lips, this time, it wasn’t malicious or mocking, it was more genuine than he’d given me in the last month, and I found myself longing for those kind of smiles. “Mrs. Sinclair, it’s always a pleasure to meet you” he said in his charming voice, the voice that could probably melt a woman’s panties from a fifty meters radius. I stifled a groan because that voice did funny things to my lady parts, and this was not the time to get carried away. “Don’t flatter this old woman, son. I’ve lost my luster now” mom said with a scoff, her tone taking a sad edge, Michael just laughed and shook his head, as if it was the most ridiculous sentence

Michael said. As I walked around the car, I could see the biggest smile on Michael's face. Ever since I decided I wasn't going to fight this anymore, I swear I've never seen him so happy. It feels so good to see him smile like this and knowing it's because of me. I have to admit, this feels so good not fighting it and allowing him in. I can't believe I actually fought him and the bond. As happy as I am right now, I don't even know why I fought it in the first place.

I would die for real if I had to lose him again. Mike's eyes trailed from my head to my toes. He sighed and sat again. "I was so angry at you and wanted to scold you when you woke up but"—His thumb was tracing my lower lip—"I can't be mad when you're smiling. I tried and failed miserably." My lips curved into a smile again and Mike grinned. "I have been longing to see this smile on your face. I didn't want it to leave your lips from the moment I first saw you," Mike said.

Jones muffled, chuckling intermittently. He let out a smile again flashing his tobacco stained teeth(I really messed up in his storyline). I let a small chuckle as his smile reminded me of an emoji, the emoji's smile had all 36s showing in a funny manner. P.S: let's be reminded that the colour of his teeth and that of the cute smiley emoji can in no way,come into mind at this comparison, that subject is significantly abrogated from this context as we limelight the focus; the similarity between both smiles.

A handsome devil and he knew it but he was a survivor and I loved it and I hated it at the same time. “What? What’s funny?” He broke the spell; I didn’t know I was smiling in the first place. “Nothing” “Your lips…they are doing that thing they do when you are happy” “It’s called a smile, Flames. I didn’t realize it’s a crime to smile” “Never said it was, Mia” The Mia came out a bit exaggerated from his end. “You don’t want me to speak, you don’t want me to smile, what do you want me to do?”