Plastic Smile Novels & Stories

Aiden chuckled, pointing a chopstick at him. "When did I smile?" Damien denied instantly, his face snapping back into a cold mask. Aiden paused, looking Damien straight in the eyes, and burst out laughing. "I can’t believe it! The great Damien Smith just lied! You totally smiled. It was a 100% genuine smile." "I did no such thing. I was merely… hmmm…" Damien trailed off, looking annoyed that he'd been caught. "Just keep eating; we don’t have all the time in the world," Aiden teased, feeling a strange victory.

Risa said. “I’d still prefer meat with sauce.” “Trust me, you won’t need sauce.” Her eyes, her smile, and her everything was focused on Adrian. She took out her mobile and took a few selfies quickly. She then noticed that Adrian didn’t smile in those pictures. “Why didn’t you smile?” “I’m not a photo-person,” Adrian said with a straight face. “My smiling face feels fake in the pictures.” “Ah, I can teach you how to smile and look better in the pictures,” Risa said. “Just pronounce the first two letters in my name and stretch the ‘eee’ sound.”

Let’s see those sovereign smiles, gentlemen! Flushed with an intense, burning embarrassment, I forced my rigid jaw into a stiff, professional smile. “Your structure looks exceptionally regal when you permit your lips to soften, Master Chika,” Driscoll remarked. Glancing through the high-definition lens, the old beta couldn't help but chuckle at the severe, lethal scowl settling onto the Prime Alpha’s face. “Come now, Alpha King, a slight modification to your mouth, please.”

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?"

The mischievous smile of hers was still plastered on her face,since we left the shopping mall and I grew curious. “Baby do you mind sharing” “What do you mean” “Your smile is different, like you have something up your sleeve “ “Don”t worry it's nothing I am just happy that you took out time to have a free day with me” she said and flashed me a fake smile which I returned. We got the ice cream and moved over to a nearby park where a lot of children were having fun and their parents were around too watching them with fulfilling smile.

She squinted and then smiled. “Hi “Nicole greeted him with a polite smile. She walked over to him and he shook hands with her before asking her to follow him. Nicole turned back and smiled at the secretary who first talked to her and waved at her. The secretary bowed slightly and smiled back at her. The secretary admired Nicole at once and liked her. Nicole‘s smile is contagious. Her smile automatically makes you have a relaxed facial expression and willingly reciprocate it. Alex took Nicole to his office. A well-furnished room with a sophisticated sofa. The desk was made from special timbers, maybe mahogany to be precise.

I yelled, my brows creasing in anxiety as my mouth gaped out. “This is the best way to go about it. If you know that you want to vanish and be completely untraceable, then think about it.” Quinn said standing with the doctor. “So…plastic surgery is the key, huh?” I let out a deep sigh, turning to face the surgeon. “I need to know what exactly I’m going to look like after this procedure,” I informed, turning to the digital display in front of us. “Of course, so we’re going to have your cheekbones come up a little, your eyes will be a bit dragged out to give you that foxy look and we do some work on the nose and the lips.” He explained as he demonstrated through little drawings on the picture

“You need to breathe and smile a little. You make this look as if you are going to a funeral rather than your wedding.” “That is because I am going to my funeral.” I gritted my teeth. “I don't need to smile at a funeral, do I?” He ignored my question and smiled instead. “At least show a little smile on your pretty face. Even if it's a plastic smile. You look so weird, frowning.” I shrugged. My eyes latched on my mom's, and she beamed. The smile was a fake one and didn't reach her eyes. But she didn't need to show true happiness because she was good at faking it.

And had tasted many. Amber would never achieve the natural beauty her friend possessed, even if she had the best plastic surgeon in the world at her disposal. Not that Amber was hideous to look at or anything, but she would probably only be a ten in bad lighting to a man drunk as fuck. Her face was round with a little cleft in her chin that marks liked to tongue for some reason.

I felt a pang of jealousy and hurt hit me like a truck. "Let me introduce you to you first. Maya, she is Divya Mathur, the new model in our company. And Divya, meet your personal photographer, Maya Agarwal. She's my best friend Sanjeev Agarwal's sister" He introduced. "Hi Divya, nice to meet you. I'll be your new photographer, so we'll be working together" she said with a smile. It's a fake smile. When you really smile, your eyes change its shape a bit. When you are a fake smile, the eyes stay the same.