Plastic Smile Novels & Stories

I winch and glance to the door. A girl an inch or two shorter than me with fake blond hair stood there with a smile on her face. She have black eyes, pointed nose that clearly had a job done, full lips coated thickly with red lipstick, big boobs that is also clearly surgery made with her round butt. To top it all she wears a tightly fitted short dress with a deep neckline showing off her fake boobs. And when I say short, it really is fuckin' short. It reacher only two inch under her fake butt. Well this girl looks like a real life plastic doll that dresses like a slut. No offence it's just my opinion.

There was Milli, my friend standing beside me and noticing my drooped down face. "Yeah! I am fine." Adjusting my viel, lifting up my face I answered correcting the withered face and trying to structure my lips in form of a smile. Smile is an action which has become foreign to my face, my lips seem to forget its natural laughter and now they struggle to even remember and fake it.

''Yeah very,’’ I replied and smiled even, more widely. How could I have forgotten my biggest insecurity, my biggest shame. I just smiled widely meaning all my teeth were visible including the two extra ones. I looked down quickly as I masked my face and tried to rectify my error. ''Are you sure you are, okay?’’ she asked again keenly. ''Yeah, sure, very,’’ I replied again smiling before I noticed that I wasn’t fooling her. ''I see you smiling, widely, but you are not okay,’’ she commented keenly.

I've put on makeup, and I still don't have a smile on my face. The makeup team was so awkward while doing my makeup; I don't know if they are intimidated or just afraid of me because of my position in the company. "After the party, can I borrow your private plane?" He nodded immediately. "Yes, but first, smile and show them how dangerous you are, Zy." As he said, I gave him a smile, but this time it wasn't sweet like what I had shown last time. It was an innocent smile, but when you watch it up close, you'll know how evil it is.

"Good Piper,very good." "Ammm.... Can you please smile Ah-In." Mrs Blessing says politely. "I am smiling." Ah-in groans, obviously struggling to keep her posture. "Okay ....." Mrs Blessing draws out. "Try harder, let's see your beautiful teeth." Ah-in streches her lips to reveal a set of white teeth, her smile more a deadly glare. She really ain't cut out for smiling, she automatically looks like a psychopath with that smile on. "We sure need to work on that smile of yours." Mrs Blessing confirms, she sure saw what I did.

I managed to give the most plastic smile of the century. ” Why are you saying such silly things Dr Drake of course I'm not going to leave you now we've already come this far we might as well go along with it...“ He didn't seem to notice how fake my smile was and immediately pulled me into a deep hug that was so long and strong that I wondered if he was trying to mold me into his body. Finally he let me go and I was able to breathe properly again. ” My love, I am so glad that your eyes are finally open. I was really worried that you would actually tell me to take you back..“

Alexa said openly. "But your boobs feel so real." "My boobs are real you know. I just fixed my nose, got rid of the fat on my cheeks, and made my chin longer. What else can I do? Life is so hard in Korea. Are you going to insult me because of my fake nose? Are you going to call me a plastic monster?" Jean smiled. "Do you think I'm that jerk, Alexa? You're very beautiful. And I don't care if your beauty is doctor-made or god-made."

I could tell she was going to be really pretty. “We have a rule with our clients,” I pulled my hood away. “Mask off.” The woman lowered her head and was hesitant to pull her mask down. I’m sorry, but you have to… There should be transparency between us. She slowly pulled off her mask. My eyes broadened. A long stitch was carved from each edge of her lips like a wide smile. The stitches were done wonky, and you could tell from the swelling flesh that it was freshly done. A deformed smile, like that of a Cheshire cat.

I smiled sweetly, “Of course, I, darling; enjoy your night of scrolling through plastic surgeon catalogs to repair the damage you've done to yourself.” She kissed her teeth, and I walked away, satisfied I didn't let her get the last laugh.

“You never smile, you know that? Not once. It’s like you’ve got this permanent scowl etched into your face. It’s exhausting, honestly. Do you even know how to smile? Or did your mother scare that out of you too?” Still nothing. Just those dark, piercing eyes blinking at me, watching, waiting. “Fine,” I said, stepping closer again. “If you won’t do it yourself, I’ll fix it for you.” Reaching up, I grabbed his face with both hands and tugged at the corners of his mouth, forcing him into a rather puppetlike smile. “See? Like this. Smile, Alaric. It’s not that hard.” “That’s better,” I said, stepping back and giving him an approving nod. “You should thank me. I’m improving your image.”