Oc Perfect Smile の小説・ストーリー

pure , raw and animalistic one . A vulgar smile curved his mouth " now let's get this bra off as well "

"What do you say, my love?" "Yes... I accept... I accept, Adal. I want you to call me your love, and I want to call you my delicious little bug in bed," I lick my lips. "My delicious little bug?" he bursts out laughing, not at all offended. Wow, his smile is beautiful and infectious. It's rare to see him smile like this, showing his perfect teeth. I want to know why.

He got up, "one word of advice, do not hide the genuine smile, it is beautiful." "You and I have different versions of beautiful." I fixed my skirt, a signal of 'I'm ready to go' which clearly jumped over Delroy's head as he continued to conversate. "Why is that?" "Because I do not think all of my teeth sticking out while I "genuinely" smile is beautiful. I just look like a Donkey. And Donkeys are beautiful but a human looking like one is not beautiful. And I love being perfect." I said, with my eyes everywhere but at him, I do not want to show my weakness. At least not now.

It reminded me of her own words as her own voice played inside my head. "When people smile a lot it doesn't mean they are happy but it means there is something wrong with them....Smile is plaster to the face that tries to remold life but when the plaster is put for long, it makes one forget that it isn't real. The world they are trying to find by ignoring the bad things but always smiling isn't real. So there is no such thing as perfection and always happy. That is what reality is....Not always happy and smiling......." "You are not real mom" i smiled bavk at her as a tear eased down my eyes.

I coughed with an embarrassed look which was quickly replaced by a huge smile, I wanted to get up and do the happy dance. I was just so happy. I quickly said, “ Bring your face! I want to kiss you!” He cackled, showing off his perfect 32 teeth with his dimples. He was the epitome of perfection and he knew that as his eyes glowed like the sun and moon were inserted into it.

I explained I needed to go, and she gave me a toothy grin once she'd set the cup down. God she had a beautiful smile. Wide, with perfectly straight white teeth all except her left canine which was a little higher than the rest. I knew she was self conscience of it, but I found it endearing. People's unique "flaws" make them that much more beautiful in my opinion.

"This black hair, with pink highlights and cut in layers, swept to the side like that and falling gracefully full of movement, made you much more beautiful and charming." I looked at him completely hypnotized, with my eyes wide open, not wanting to miss anything he said or did. He gave a beautiful smile, showing his perfectly aligned white teeth, and that smile went straight to my racing heart and made it leap, like a galloping horse that takes a long jump and takes time to touch the ground again.

My smile softens into something sweet, delicate, utterly deceptive. The perfect princess. The perfect lie.

Or like he wanted to, at least. “I’m okay,” she whispered. And then he smiled. Really smiled. Not one of those twitch movements where it looked like he was about to smile or that he was fighting it. A full-on, teeth-flashing smile. And man, did he have beautiful teeth. Perfectly straight. Ultrawhite. Million-dollar smile. But then, everything about him was aces . . . right down to his shoes. So far out of her league. So far it wasn’t even funny.