Oc Perfect Smile Novels & Stories

*Smiles* ^_^ Okay, moving on.

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?"

-Grace- My lips curled into a smile as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. This wasn’t just beauty, it was perfection. I had put in a lot of money, time, and effort to look this good for my date with Dominic Kingston tonight. From my 24-karat gold facial to the oxygen therapy, the lymphatic sculpting, the glass-skin hydration drip, and the custom ceramic blowout that took three hours. Anyone with functioning eyes should be able to acknowledge that.

KEIRA 1 WEEK LATER. I tilted my face from left to right, inspecting my mouth. My fingers brushed over my lips as I smiled again, wider this time. I turned 18 today and expected to find my mate too. Not just that, I just got my braces removed, after four long years of hiding my mouth when I laughed, which was rare. My teeth were still a little crooked at the bottom, but the top row? Straight. Smooth. Clean. Perfectly imperfect.

Almost perfect. Almost.

I mean unsettling weird. His top teeth were far too perfect. Almost fake looking. The corners of his mouth stretched just a bit too far. It was wide, but not warm. Like someone had told him to smile using an instruction manual written in a language he barely understood. I froze mid-step, unsure whether to laugh or shiver. Because, and I’m not sorry to admit this... They actually looked better when they weren’t smiling. -- The deal had been finalized.

Tristan fought harder his arms crossed like he’s a professional actor. “Take note. A perfectionist like me doesn’t agree to the thoughts that pops out from your head.” Josh replied with a professional tone. Tristan bites his lip, gaving Josh a sincere appearance to stared at Tristan’s glossy face that had probably caused from his tears and that nose that stated that Tristan is far more handsome. Josh’s lips felt discarded—it wanted to be pull by the other lips that had been biten by a tooth and wanted to save it and taste the cherry blossom in Josh’s tongue.

Now, he couldn't even be bothered to buy something new to placate me. As if deaf to the bitterness in my words, Olivia chirped happily, "Cole's gift for you was my pick! Hope you like it. No need to thank me!"

“You seem smug. Counting bills again?” “I’m just proud I can pay all of them and still buy snacks.” “Luxury,” she said, mock‑sighing. “Next thing you know, we’ll be buying two‑ply toilet paper.” “Steady on,” he said with mock gravity. “Let’s not get reckless.” The baby kicked right on cue, making Lisa grin. “Someone’s agreeing with you.” Grey bent down, hands gentle on her stomach. “You’ve got opinions already, huh?”