Oc Perfect Smile Novels & Stories

"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.

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'll take that compliment! Overall, I'm happy with how I look. Or at least I'm content with it.

Marcia chuckled lightly, "Right, a one in a hundred years kind of guy!" Her smile transformed her once simple makeup, making it seem alive and vibrant. Kevin hadn't let the makeup artist overdo her look. Her eyes were elegantly defined, enhancing their depth, while her lips were a striking, seductive red. Her smile was like a blooming flower, brilliant and impossible to ignore.

"Why did it have to be him, of all people? I don't even know why I'm here! Drinking away my sorrows just to forget about him. It's not as if he's that handsome. I mean, Jade has such a nasty temper, and I hate what he does sometimes. Do I even deserve this?!" "It's always like that, bestie. Sometimes, we don't get what we want from life. See, most of us aren't perfect my dear. We just have to make the best out of people even if we think their wrong for us, sometimes. Make Jade a perfect gentle man, Fire. I notice his best whenever he's with you. Have you seen the spark in his eyes, recently? That's the charm you've given to him. I've also noticed the same joy in you of resent. I don't know i

For the 18th time, Tyra Stone calls off our wedding because I'm a beat too slow during the vows. She looks at me with utter disappointment. "You know I'm a perfectionist. Why can't you follow the wedding schedule exactly? If you can't keep up next time either, maybe you should just let your best friend marry me instead." My so-called best friend, Jeremiah Young, is known for being obsessively punctual. For some reason, Tyra has made him the standard I'm expected to meet. If I come downstairs a minute later than he does after work, she will drive off with him without looking back. If I arrive at the restaurant half a step after him on Valentine's Day, she will give him the candlelit dinne

Aiden might enjoy that. Aiden: Can you send me a pic? Me: Sure. I pull out my ponytail and let my messy red hair fly everywhere. My dark hazel eyes squint. The sun is bright. I find the perfect spot in the room that hides the sun's gaze. I take a selfie and smile. My teeth are straight and white. Four years of braces have paid off. At least I'm not called 'cage face' anymore. Aiden: Pretty face. Looking good.

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