Michael Myers Smile Novels & Stories

I had taken a bit longer than usual to get ready , Michael and Jace were waiting in the car . " Hey .. can I ask you something ? " I ask cautiously . I don't want to offend him but I'm curious nonetheless . " Of course . " he says blankly and takes the card out , causing the lights to turn off . We make our way to the elevator . " How come you're always so serious ? " His smile is really bright but I rarely ever see it . I can even count on one hand the times I've seen him truly smile . Perhaps on a certain very rare occasion where Michael actually ends up cracking a good joke .

He smiles, "Hello Lucy." Lucy shakes her head at him, "What's so good for you to smile about?" The guy's smile vanishes. "This is Kemi" She turns to me. "Kemi, this is Mike, he would be assisting you with your dresses and you can ask him questions." Mike smiles broadly at me, "Hello, Kemi." So there are people who smiles genuinely here? It does look genuine or does he always just smile? "Hi." I say before looking away from him.

Rdyer answered. "How long are you ghsy 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 saidassgaing 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.

Michael did sing loud as he nod at his head I saw my mum smiling sadly at him through my view mirror as Mitchelle chat at her phone she never say a word

It was nice to see people smile and move and engage in other activities, the school has been disturbingly quiet since Garry died. I moved into the other entrance of the hall and was welcomed by Micheal's honey eyes. "Hello, you…You have been MIA," he smiled. Michael was a charming young man, any girl would bite to have him stare at her. But somehow my heart never flickered when he smiled or when he teased. He was persistent and a chaser I would give him that, but I didn't want to be ahead of myself, maybe he was just trying to be a friend.

She ended her questioning with sarcasm just to erase teh stupid smile on his face. No one in the room except for her and Alex would notice the weird smile that Michael has, because it wasn’t as different from his natural smile when seeing friends, but she knew something was up. There must have been something that “Alex, why don’t you find the boss a suit or something so he can change?” she called behind her boss, Michael, when she saw that his assistant was also staring at his boss with a confused look.

I didn’t even realize I was smiling until I felt my cheeks stretch. Inside the package: steak. Fancy steak. I took a picture of myself holding it and send it to him. Thank you for the food ☺️ One bite and I moan. It’s the good stuff. Brinngg. My phone vibrates. Michael is FaceTiming me. “Hello, love,” he says with a slow grin. He’s slightly unshaven, sitting in what looks like a boardroom. “Are you in a meeting?” “Yes, I am.” He says it casually, leaning back like he owns the world.

We had done it together. Michael looked at the bridge too. Then he looked back at me, and a transformation crossed his face that I was not prepared for. This transformation was far from the controlled, calibrated expression he maintained in every room I had ever shared with him. This was far from all that, a feeling that did not have a strategy attached to it. He smiled. But this time, his smile wasn't the smile I knew from the mansion, which meant he had won something. His smile this time was different. It was smaller and almost private. The smile of someone who had just experienced an unexpected incident and had not yet decided what to do with it.

The feelings were real now, and saying goodbye actually hurt. "Smile for the cameras on your left," I whispered, keeping my posture straight while the photographers documented our every move. "I don't want to smile," Michael replied, stepping directly into my personal space. "I want to pull you onto that plane with me." He reached out and wrapped his large hands around my waist. He pulled me flush against his chest, ignoring the loud gasps from the nearby reporters. The cameras flashed in a rapid frenzy, capturing the intense public display of affection.

Michael laughed. I turned the glare at him which only made Michael laugh louder. "Jerk!" I huffed. "Tease!" Michael said. "Dick!" "I already gave it to you!" Michael said with a smirk on his face. "Have I told you how much I'd like to knock that smirk off your face?" I said, giving him my best glare.