Perpetual Smiler Novels & Stories

It skidded across the floor, smacking into my legs. I stumbled and fell hard. And even as pain shot through my knee, all I could think was: Good. Let this be the last time. "Mindy! You ungrateful wretch, you did that on purpose, didn't you?!" He stormed forward and yanked me up from the ground like I weighed nothing. The force of it crushed my breath. My face flushed crimson from the pressure. "Say something. Cat got your tongue? What were you smiling at, huh? Who told you you could smile?"

The man looked at me with a smile and told me he wouldn't take long with my drink. God, what was that! I felt like the man had given me a flirty smile. "Lucero, stop being rude, the man is being hospitable, and you're turning into a snob. Come on, change those gestures. We're supposed to be having fun, to have a good time!"

Meanwhile, I was trying to stay submerged up to my chin, praying a family of ducks would adopt me before my dignity flatlined. “Stop smirking,” I snapped. “I’m not smirking.” “You’re always smirking.” I jabbed a finger at him from under the water. “That’s your face. Permanent resting smirk.” He tilted his head, water dripping from his hair down his annoyingly perfect jawline. “And what’s yours? Permanent resting glare?” “Better than looking like an underwear ad reject,” I shot back. He actually chuckled. Low. Dangerous. The kind of sound that curled low in my stomach and made my wolf perk up like, Yes hello, can we have more of that noise please?

“You’re right.” Silence fell between us for a few seconds, broken only by the faint sound of the cloth swishing in the bowl. My grip on the fabric tightened. "Whoever did this… I I sincerely hope they choke. May they perish in a swamp of rabid frogs and..." Sebastian chuckled. I glanced up. He was smiling softly and genuinely. He wore a gentler smirk rather than the smug one he was known for. And stupidly, my heart gave a little flutter.

“With a name like that, you know he does hot pilates and drinks cucumber smoothies.” I cracked a smile. Just a small one. Marcelo grinned like he won a bet. “There it is. The rare Jayce Beckett grin.” “Shut up.” I said, shoving him gently. This guy was making me feel like we were friends. “You should smile more. You’re prettier when you’re not mentally stabbing the air.” He winked. “Did you just call me pretty?” I asked, faking annoyance. “I’m not blind.” He shrugged, smiling.

The place is banned until the official opening which is this Saturday and I'm really happy because Panda Health product is a part of this. "You keep advancing the place" I smile when I walk in. There's some new set of workout tools on display again and more benches. He'd also changed the wallpaper and the lightning is awesome. "I want it to be magnificent and worth PHT products" Jake grinned and I smile. So much effort. "I'm looking forward to seeing your wife this Saturday. She sounds like an amazing woman. The way you've talked about her" I muse and he nods proudly. "I'll make sure she's here"

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.

Another Day, Same Shit Zeke pressed the mute button on the Avaya phone and cursed in silence. Fuck. I hate this job. He remembered what his trainer had said to smile always. It would come across the opposite end of the phone. At first, he thought about how ludicrous it sounded and how silly he'd look, smiling by himself while talking on the phone. However, he realized that—once he finished the two-month training and took calls—his whole temperament would change once he did it. It made a difference and affected the whole call flow. So he took a deep breath, exhaled, smiled his creepy jack o' lantern smile, and unmuted the Avaya.

“Consistency. No slips. No contradictions. If you say Paris was our first trip together, then Paris it is. If I wear a certain colour and the blogs decide it’s your favourite, then it becomes your favourite. We don’t feed them confusion.” Dante tilted his head, studying me the way a scientist studies an experiment. “And what about feelings?” I laughed, sharp and humorless. “Rule Three: There are none. In public, you’re mine. In private, you’re untouchable. Clear?” His eyes flickered, just for a second, something unreadable in them. Then the mask slid back into place. “Crystal.”

He smirked on the phone's camera and that is when she came out of her trance. Grabbing her hand he pulled her towards the island counter where they were cutting the cake. Charlie placed a candle on the cake and lit it. "Make a wish." Charlie mumbled and Leon closed his eyes. His hands never leaving hers, he squeezed her hand -I'm always here- before blowing the candle. The guys cheered as he cut the cake and fed it to her. Followed by Charlie, Finn and Caleb. "So Mr. Leon Alessandro turned 27 eh?" Finn nudged him in the ribs only to earn a smack on the head.