Plastic Smile Novels & Stories

Although she was over forty years old, there was not a single wrinkle on her face. One would think she was in her mid-thirties if they did not look at her closely in that exquisite makeup. Although her face was not exceptionally beautiful, it was comforting to look at. Especially when she smiled, she looked all the more gentle and mesmerizing. Xyla smiled. “Aunt Lana, what are you saying? You’re already gorgeous. There’s no need to do plastic surgery according to my face. If I can look half as good as you when I get to your age, I’d be satisfied.”

They complimented. "Thank you," I replied, smiling, and faced the full body mirror, and my eyes widened to see the woman staring back at me. My hair was in a bun on top of my head, and some strands were curled and fell freely on my face. They give me smoky eyes, which make my eyes look bigger. My face had light makeup, and they painted my lips with maroon lipstick.

She smiled. It was the kind of smile people wear when they don’t want to bare their teeth. Polished, polite, utterly fake and annoying. I smiled back , smaller and tighter I tucked my napkin into my lap and tried to breathe like the adults at the table — slow, practiced, neutral. The platters arrived in a rustle of linen and the expensive wines and side dishes. Alto cleared his throat, the sound that meant he wanted everyone’s attention. He smiled at me with that practiced largesse older men use when they’re trying to buy loyalty with compliments.

Alex reassures me with a gentle smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in amusement. As I watch Alex, I can't help but notice how incredibly handsome he looks when he smiles. It's a rare sight, but when it graces his lips, it transforms his face, lighting up his features in a way that is both captivating and endearing. In that moment, I find myself wishing he would do it more often, allowing me to bask in the radiance of his smile. With a sheepish grin, I thank him once more, feeling a surge of appreciation for his unexpected kindness.

Her smile is contagious. "My pleasure" *************************** Aw.

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.

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.

I gritted my teeth and slowly got the plastic in his hands. I sighed and smiled at him fake. Let’s see tomorrow.

I finally let him go and stood back to look at him. "Damn I'm glad to see you." I told him and smiled, now despite my dark persona and appearance I have been told that I have an infectious smile, blessed with the type of full lips most women get injections for, my smile is actually a bit lopsided, but is genuine and always touches my eyes. It was the type of smile people that always caused people to smile back. Which is exactly what Mark did, flashing me that killer smile that had spread more legs than a gynecologist.

“I know that there are huge risks to plastic surgery. You said that you have absolute confidence. I’m sure that not many doctors would dare reassure a patient this way. What makes you so sure?” “Plastic surgery? He he…” Lisa-Luna giggled. “Miss Simmons, in your case, this isn’t considered plastic surgery. Usually, patients choose plastic surgery to look more aesthetically pleasing. For example, getting a higher nose bridge, a thinner pair of lips, a sharper chin, and so on… Yes, those procedures are highly risky, but you’re different. I’ve performed a detailed examination of your face and realized that the clinical plastic surgeon who reconstructed your face into Sotiria Green’s face added p