Oc Perfect Smile Novels & Stories

Matthews’ computer had shown it would be. That had been a truly remarkable experience. Electronic pictures had been taken of her face and jaw and input into the computer. The doctor had played with the controls changing the size and position of teeth in tiny increments until the three of them found an image that fit the bill. Now for the first time in living memory, Dacey had beautiful brilliantly white teeth and a simply lovely smile.

My long ginger hair is tied in a half bun contrasting with my yellow summer dress. A small smile graces my lips as I remember the person who took this picture; my Mate, Samson, the man who took my breath away every time he smiled. He was just perfect, so perfect that at times I would question his existence. His thought alone made my eyes water again and in no time I was crying like a baby in my bed while holding tight on the pillow imagining him and staring at the picture kept at my nightstand.

“It might have been. He’s had a moustache for most of his life. It changes his face a lot.” Sebastian threw the tissue in the bin. “I think I’m nearly ready to face people now. I’ve had my emotional moment. Now it’s time to smile at people and say it’s the best day of my life.” “Is today the best day of your life?” Edward asked curiously. “I consider the best day of my life to be when I married you and the second best day will be when we can freely be together. I count today as the third best day,” Sebastian explained.

It brought out her every curve and the back dipped down to the bottom of her spine. "Perfect" Chimamanda exclaims. Chidinma sits down for Chimamanda to make her up. She outlines a dark smoky eye to compliment her light skin and apply a black lip stick on her lips. You can now look at the Mirror and thank me". She looks at the mirror smiling at the oeuvre displayed on her face. "Thanks sis" she said with an approving smile. "You are welcome, now let's start going". Chidinma grabbed her purse and her phone heading outside behind her sister.

And this one appeared to be mine. “Mr. Ivan! Is it true?” one shouted. “Mrs. Ivan! Did you really—” another began. “Smile,” I murmured under my breath, leaning just close enough for the cameras to catch the illusion of intimacy. Her lips curved, not warmth, not joy, but precision. A smile sculpted for show. I mirrored it, sliding my hand to the small of her back as we walked through the chaos toward the conference hall. To anyone watching, we were untouchable. Perfect. Everything they wanted us to be.

plump" instead. I don't care. But they're not thin and skimpy. And I am not one of those girls who glosses them up to make them look bigger than they are. They're just fluffy and that's that. Again, my girlfriends have enjoyed that feature about me, too. For more than one reason, if you know what I mean! Now, what would be a description of someone if they didn't tell you about their smile? Well, I like mine. But mainly because I've had so many compliments over the years. My genetics must have been spot on, because I never needed braces. My teeth have always been perfectly straight, and even. So, when I smile, I don't mind when they go on full display. I've been told I am quite photogenic. I'

She looked at me, "I understand that it's not pleasant hearing all that I have to say but you're going to be living under the spotlight for the rest of your life. If you think I'm harsh, imagine how other people can be. So I am going to make sure that I pin point anything that anyone else will see way before they do so that when you finally become the first lady, there is nothing bad that anyone can say. Of course, you can't please everyone but it'll be a great place to start. Now, we need to talk about this overly happy smile of yours, it needs to get smaller." "How do you even change your smile?" I asked her, shocked at how quickly she went back to insulting me. "Easy, by smiling like a no

POV: Ameera He laughed at my question, parting his round pink lips and exposing a set of clean white teeth that looked as cute as he was. His beautiful smile brought out his dimples, making him lol more charming and tempting. I felt the urge to caress his cheeks and see if they felt as soft as they looked. But I held back from acting so lost in front of a kid. I just smiled back at him, praying and hoping that he would read my mind and find out that I was crushing on him big time.

Please sit" Dad commanded and everyone did that, we were told to Jon pulled out my chair and helped me sit. Frankly, I hated that everyone did that for me. I could open my own door and pull out my own chair but I knew that it would upset Jon or Troy or my Dad to tolerate it. Mom smiled at me as Sean, Jules and Steve did the same for the rest of the women at the table. I knew she hated it too. We had made a game of smiling at each other whenever it happens to keep each other from snapping. My Dad and my brother quickly explained the situation with the Golden pack and what our plans were. Many pack members turned to stare at me in alarm as they spoke. I tried to smiled confidently and work of

Henry said as he flashed a smile as sweet as a child's favourite sugar candy, revealing a row of naturally neatly arranged white teeth. Ah, Tania smiled back, He is so good looking; it's not fair, she chuckled.