Michael Myers Smile Novels & Stories

I stiffened in her embrace because it was too abrupt, but slowly I relaxed. "I miss you too, sweetie,“ I said with a smile. “Are you okay?” Zen asked. I gave them my biggest, brightest smile. “Never have I been better,” I said. They returned my smile. I turned to Michael, as I could feel his gaze on me. I gave him my best. ‘I am okay now, smile’ He gave me a sad smile. Was something wrong? “So now that I feel good, I think this would be the time for me to leave,” I said, trying to stand up, but Michael stopped me.

Michael said in his very official voice. The two men nodded and exited the office without another word. “You should use that voice more often,” I said, doing my best to relax even though I was still nervous. “It’s very sexy.” “I’m glad you think so,” Michael answered with a coy smile. His smile quickly faded as he stared at me. I realized that he could see right through my fake calm.

Michael’s voice interrupted my nervous thoughts. It took me a moment to realize he had spoken. “I... I don’t know how to do this.” I could see the surprise in Michael’s eyes, and I immediately felt a flush of shame. He must think I was so naive, so inexperienced. But to my surprise, instead of laughing at me, Michael smiled—a genuine, warm smile that lit up his face. “That’s perfect,” he said, his eyes sparkling with undisguised joy. “Let me teach you.” “Don’t you find me difficult?” I couldn’t help but ask, still feeling a little insecure.

Something's not right. Normally, even when he's simply giving her a good hard fuck, Michael smiles. It might be the kind of smile that hides behind the eyes while he grunts through gritted teeth, but it's there. There's a kind of joy to him, ingrained into his personality which everyone sees, and which is a good part of the reason he is so well liked. But there is no trace of that smile now. Instead, he's fucking her with grim determination and a sort of relentlessness that seems wholly disconnected from this woman who, as I well know, is the only one he has ever fallen for...

Even though I was sore, I would not mind going back to bed and do last night's deed all over again. "You are looking at me like that again." Miles pointed with a smile creeping its way to his lips. Stop smiling, I wanted to yell at him. His smile was not making it easier for me. Thank goodness Michael decided to give a cold shoulder to what was going, if he had joined Miles in laughing, I probably would have gone totally weak and uncontrollable. I stuffed the grilled meat in my mouth and tried to focus on how it tasted instead of these handsome figures in front of me.

I must have thrown him off guard with the smile I flashed him. He cocked a brow in surprise, "Am I finally getting some of that cunt tonight?" he teased, obviously assuming I was finally giving in to his unending advances. It took everything in me not to lash out at him. I maintained my smile, masking the anger that was threatening to surface. I touched him on the shoulder, "I have good news for you, Michael, but it will have to wait until tomorrow. It will be the best news you have ever had, I promise," my smile grew brighter causing him to look at me suspiciously.

Doctor Michaels’ smile always had a weird way of making me smile too; it was oddly contagious. “Stephen,” he said cheerfully, “my boy, how're you doing?” I dragged the chair I was sitting on closer to his desk, allowing me to stretch my arms out so I could tap my fingers against the wooden surface. I couldn't really explain it, but the action always helped me focus during conversations. Whatever, maybe I was just a weirdo. “I'm…alive,” I replied, trying my hardest to not let my smile crumble. He frowned at that, his lips no longer as stretched out as they were a mere second ago. “What do you mean by that?”

I was just about to relax when he added calmly, “You told me I was handsome.” My heart nearly stopped. But then I forced myself to calm down. All I did was compliment his looks. There was no way Michael would read that deeply into it. “I was just telling the truth,” I replied smoothly, refusing to let the conversation awkwardly die. “So was I.” “Hm?” Michael suddenly said, “You have dimples when you smile. They’re really pretty.” I hurriedly tucked the loose strands of hair near my face behind my ear, completely unable to look directly at him anymore.

she laughed. Michael turned his head and faced her, his eyes meeting hers. His lips curved into a smile, a fleeting moment of warmth in the cool controlled facade he presented to the world. “And you're feeling too deeply,” he replied, his voice a deep rumble that shook her core. “I can feel your muscles twitching from here.

Fernando's POV I left Michael’s room with a ridiculous smile on my face. It was much more than the usual one I had whenever I left him. Not the controlled, calculated smile I wore in meetings. Not the cold curve of my mouth that made men lower their eyes and women stiffen with fear. This one was real. It stretched my cheeks until they almost hurt, and I didn’t even bother to hide it. Michael was okay. He was not fragile, not distant, and not withdrawn into that quiet place he went to when his mind became too loud for the world to bear.