Michael Myers Smile Novels & Stories

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.

He looked like he really wished he wasn't here. The one on the right, Alvin, did not nod. He gave me a slow, animal stare. He looked over my body like he was checking something he already owned. His mouth slowly curled into a mocking smile that didn't reach his eyes. His eyes were cold, like a calculator, and full of a quiet, mean wanting. Michael watched us look at each other. A happy, twisted smile spread across his face. He rolled his wheelchair closer to the fireplace. "Now, we have a simple problem to talk about," Michael said. His voice was flat and cruel, like he was just reading a boring report.

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.

I swallowed the reaction before it surfaced. “Perfect,” he murmured. He was watching, always watching. Was he possibly teasing? Waiting for a crack in my mask. We drove to the hall, the moment we stepped into the hall, eyes latched onto us like vultures scenting fresh prey. I lifted my chin, letting their scrutiny wash over me. Michael’s grip tightened around my waist, a warning. His world had rules. Appearances were everything. “Smile,” he muttered under his breath. I did. A slow, deliberate curve of my lips. Not too much. Just enough to make them wonder.

It was so cute ≧﹏≦ A rare smile showed on his face, that stunned Kim frozen. Her heart raced as she started to blush again. On the other hand, the three boys sneered and were even more convinced that Jake was seriously sick in the head by watching him act like this. However, just as one of them was about to open his mouth to mock him, Jake talked first. The smile was still on his lips, making him look extremely gentle and handsome, but the words coming out of his mouth sent shivers down all four people's spines.

“Not just talking. You were smiling.” I paused for half a second. Damn Marcus and his semi functioning memory. Tariq dropped his fork like it was breaking news. “Smiling? Like actually smiling? Not the polite one or the fake public one, but the real kind?” “I smile all the time,” I muttered. “False,” Rafeal said. “You smirk, you glower, you look vaguely constipated sometimes, but smiling? That’s rare, my guy.” Tariq barked a laugh. “So who was she?”

Already seated in the beyond massive principal's office, I can't help but gape. "Close your mouth darling," my mother says to me as she giggles. Rolling my eyes I frown but do as I'm told. I hadn't even been listening to what the principal was saying instead my eyes were darting around the place. It was freaking amazing. Regaining my composure I turn to look at the man in front of me smiling. He was clearly amused by my reaction. Can't blame me, right. I quickly return the smile and give him my full attention.