Plastic Smile Novels & Stories

"How have you been, Diana?" Diana was practically Carmen's best friend. She had never liked her appearance. She had gone overseas in an effort to undergo plastic surgery. At the same time, she created a whole new look for herself. Diana lifted her face in arrogance. Her face was indeed elegant. Compared to her previous appearance, her current face looked so much better. Mesmerized by her own good looks, she put on an unnatural smile. The excessive plastic surgeries had ruined the nerves on her face, and Diana could not make any natural expressions anymore.

" Rila, the MUA answered. “Masya Allah, is it because you make up the smart ones or you are really pretty Saz? You are so beautiful ”Sinta joked while hitting Saskia's back slowly. Saskia shook her head, confused about the treatment of three college friends who are now sitting snapping the camera on her cellphone, taking pictures of them with Saskia many times.

"Hey babe, I need your attention too." Isabella suddenly pulled Nickson's chin towards her and smirked against his lips. Nickson didn't move, he just looked at Isabella's face as a whole. Everything is fake! he whispered in his heart. Those full red lips were only filled with fluid that was injected repeatedly by the plastic surgeon. Her high cheekbones are also from very expensive plastic surgery. He could imagine how many million dollars Isabella had spent for all this disgusting beauty. She must have worked hard all this time for all those damn beauties.

I wondered though what made him so sad. "1096, you will soon go to a nice place." He told me as he flashed me a smile. However, with an advance intelligence like mine, I could tell that his smile was not real base on the muscle movement around his facial tissue as well as the amount of energy he exerted just to sport that smiling face. Besides, a simpered smile only required six muscles to move; which was relatively less compared to a real smile because a real one would require a minimum of ten muscles to move. In which not only the upper lip and corners of the mouth were lifted, but also a few muscles within the eye corner would have to be moved. However, despite knowing all of that, I dec

"I already told you about this and I’ll say it again. Don't smile...Just, don't." "Why?" "It doesn't suit you, your character. I mean, to put it bluntly, you look like a shark when you smile." I flashed him a small smile. My cute, adorable smile. It's really true! There's really nothing wrong with his smile, it's just that he doesn't know how to control his facial muscles. When smiling, he really looked like a shark with those strong sets of pearly white teeth as his whole gums also showed. And adding with his blank eyes, the smile he makes looks like a constipated shark, no, more like an evil scheming shark.

Even I couldn't tell which face was real anymore. I raised my hand. The woman in the mirror raised hers. I frowned. She frowned too. The eerie symmetry made me want to scream. It also made me want to cry. "The complimentary trial lasts thirty days," the woman in the lab coat said. "After that, if you don't wish to renew, we'll restore your original face. If you do renew, there are four membership tiers: Bronze, Silver, Gold, and Diamond. Each tier extends the duration, and naturally, the price increases as well."

‎A month ago, she had gone through plastic surgery to look exactly like Claire. ‎It had not been a simple cosmetic adjustment. It had been a complete reconstruction—jawline refinement, cheekbone restructuring, subtle alterations around the eyes, even the faint scar near the collarbone that Claire once had. Her father had spared no expense. Surgeons were flown in discreetly. Records were sealed. Payments were untraceable.

I asked her as I held a dark blue cap and a white one, attempting to make conversation. “The dark blue one,” she said with a bright smile. I had to admit. She wasn’t just beautiful. She was gorgeous, and she had a dazzling smile, but only when she was truly smiling. Over the past few days, I had learned to differentiate between her fake and polite smiles and her genuine ones, which happened to be incredibly contagious. It was my first time leaving the house after the surgery. I couldn’t wait to get back to work, as I wasn’t used to not doing anything for a long time. However, the doctor said I needed at least three weeks off, which was a disaster for me.

"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend. Yes, you can take care of us. Yes, Adam. Yes." The smile that broke across his face was not the thin, self-deprecating smile of the past week. It was not the controlled, professional smile of the CEO or the polite, distant smile of the man at the reception in Zurich. It was a real smile — wide and unguarded and almost painful in its intensity. The smile of a man who had been holding his breath for a decade and had finally been allowed to exhale.

“Look at his face!” We all burst into laughter, and I caught the moment when Miles laughed too. I don't remember seeing him laugh before, or maybe only in online videos. But, in the real world, his smile looks adorable with his gummy smile. Not just physically, with his little mouth and tiny teeth showing in the way his gums are formed, but emotionally as well. His smile feels genuine, even though it's simple and doesn't stand out. But that smile seemed to lift the entire weight off Miles Brown's shoulders.