Oc Perfect Smile Novels & Stories

Hoonie is like a pro basketball player. Then the result turns out to be: 29/30. Hoonie missed one. Hoonie flipped his hair and smirked at Mingchan. “Goodluck, dude.” Hoonie proudly said and feels that he’s unbeatable. Mingchan gave him a bright smile. “Okay, this is my first time! Hehehe.” Mingchan said. But his system is saying that he is going to achieve a perfect score. Hoonie is so amazed while watching Mingchan. First time? But why is it so perfect? He thought while watching him. Of course who’s going to win against a robot, right?

"We learned three new songs and I—" "Mrs. Von Dame," Hope's teacher, Ms. Pepper, called. She wore a long-sleeved, yellow sundress with white daisy prints that complimented her dark skin and black curly hair. She still had a youthful glow to her, having just graduated college. Rowena stood up, patting down her clothes. "It's just miss. Not missus." "Oh," She gave a polite smile. "Yes, my apologies. May I speak with you privately in the classroom?"

“I’ll be fine.” “I can’t make my fiancée uncomfortable around me, now can I?” He smiled—the purest and most seductive smile ever. My heart stopped beating, my fingers twitched, and my eyes were glued to his face, watching every curve as his cheeks moved back in a smile. His teeth were perfectly aligned and white, and I enjoyed the way his lips curved around those teeth. I shook my head and looked away. “Thank you,” I said. It would be too obvious that I loved his looks if I continued looking.

That face… It was exactly the same as mine. "This is fake! I've never had any of these tests!" I shouted, my voice breaking. At the doorway, my family smiled. Satisfied.

she rants but I just kissed her and she smiled. We might fight, she might not admit to what I want to hear but it doesn’t change the fact that we are perfect for each other. The end.

Aye omo na an ti ta pa oo. Soon enough, almost all my classmates were out of the class. I still haven't stepped into the cafeteria. I brought the drink I brought from home and started to drink when someone walked up to me. It was Aminah with Aminah's smile on her face. It was this kind of huge and genuine smile. Since that day at the gym, she'd smile and wave at me whenever she saw me. Her smile always reminded me of that of an enthusiastic child and she was one of those girls who looked effortlessly pretty too. Black skin, huge eyeballs, the color of her retina was deep black, making her iris look whiter than usual. She was a bit more on the shorter side but if that was so sort of loss, her

Morrigan cleared her throat. "Darling…" "Clara." I intercepted, and she looked a little puzzled, but wholly unbothered. "Clara… Okay." She corrected, smiling so warmly that had I not been fluent in body language, I would most definitely have fallen for the smile. It was full, it was passionate, it was fiery, and it clearly exposed her perfectly aligned and white teeth. She most definitely wore braces growing up! I thought to myself, trying to not feel self conscious in front of the very perfect work of art.

Ace asked before his lips curled up into a very charming smile that showed me his perfect and white teeth. He’s got a very captivating smile for sure, and his white teeth contrasted so well with his tan skin. --To be continued…

Jones muffled, chuckling intermittently. He let out a smile again flashing his tobacco stained teeth(I really messed up in his storyline). I let a small chuckle as his smile reminded me of an emoji, the emoji's smile had all 36s showing in a funny manner. P.S: let's be reminded that the colour of his teeth and that of the cute smiley emoji can in no way,come into mind at this comparison, that subject is significantly abrogated from this context as we limelight the focus; the similarity between both smiles.

She also learnt to control her diet, abandoning her old habits. In the afternoon, an image consultant arrived to teach her how to speak, walk, and even smile. “Your smile is too sincere. If you want to keep people from guessing your heart, practise your cold smile. A smile that can make others feel intimidated.” Olivia stood before the mirror, trying. At first it felt awkward, but gradually she found the rhythm. Her smile changed—not fragile anymore, but mysterious. A smile that could both captivate and terrify. Oscar, watching from the chair, merely smiled with satisfaction.