Michael Myers Smile Novels & Stories

“Ha ha ha, me? You forget that I am the commander? I must be in the leading position. I can see anyone who comes from my position. I stand and watch the hard work of my men. " "You're cheating, Commander" “Ha ha ha, you can say anything about me. I'm just saying that I'm happy to get this photo. " "Then ?' "I watched him where he went and with whom he gathered. The last time I saw Syamsa provoke her feelings. He was running in a direction that had absolutely no purpose. I followed him in my way and I got acquainted with him. " "Sir." "Ha ha ha, why do you call me that?"

My eyes widened in disbelief and fury. I rose to my feet so fast my chair scraped back loudly against the floor. “What the fuck?” I growled, my voice low and dangerous. Michael just stood there, a smug, sickening smile plastered across his face. His eyes, cold and devoid of any warmth, locked onto mine. “Didn’t expect to see me, Darius?” he asked, his voice dripping with false politeness. My fists clenched at my sides. I wanted to rip that smile off his face, tear him limb from limb. What the hell was he doing here? Tonight of all nights?

The smiles on the faces of the other actresses also froze, and they didn't dare to speak. James Smith lowered his eyes and hooked his lips. He slowly took up the glass of wine in front of Rachel West and drank it, chuckling, "Mr. Kim probably thinks that I'm blocking a glass of wine for this ugly woman, and thinks that I have a crush on her too.” "Ha ha ha" Jason Kim laughed a bit hideously, "Of course not, Mr. Smith is accompanied by a beauty like Alexa West, such an ugly woman will naturally only make Mr. Smith's appetite sour."

Both nod and Type smiles. “Awesome. Then I can bring extra cuteness into this place because let’s face it I am very adorable especially like this.” Jace smiles and nods, he can’t help but agree. Michael starts massaging Type hair and he just lets him, loving the attention. Man looks at him.

I stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"

And I heard everything, every breath, every eye tracking my steps. Michael stood to the side, unreadable. Not smiling. Not frowning. Just... wearing that familiar smirk. The mic felt cold in my hand. I exhaled, once. Then smiled. “Michael...” Just his name stirred soft cheers from the crowd. I kept my eyes forward. Never looked at him. “He’s a man who makes it easy to say something nice. Not because he asks for it, but because somewhere beneath the layers, there’s a soul worth admiring.”

I laughed, feeling a flutter in my chest. "Freya, what are you up to?" Michael asked, his voice low and husky. "Come on, it's a first aid kit. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror?" I replied. "Yeah, in fact, I looked like the one and only billionaire Michael Smith," he said with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with amusement. I bit my lip, acknowledging that he was right. Despite his company's struggles, Michael's confidence remained firm and that doesn't affect his financial status.

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