Plastic Smile Novels & Stories

I looked up at her with a small frown, “I’m not a clown face, you creep.” “Yes you are,” she argued, “you’ve had a smile permanently glued to your face since you got back this morning and that definitely makes you one.” “You’re just fishing for gossip, we both know that,” I rolled my eyes at her. She didn’t deny my claim, in fact, she proceeded to prove it. “And so? I just happen to know that that wishful smile you walked in with is a sign of nothing other than peak sexual satisfaction, and I need to know the tea!” she clapped, her eyes practically popping out of her head and filled with curiosity.

Her words wiped the smile right off my face. “Congrats” said through my grinding teeths and snatched my bag off the table . “ I just need to use the washroom ”. My co-worker nodded with a fake pouty face. Her lips never looked more like she had been kissed by a duck or her lips might have stuck while kissing a vacuum cleaner . I do not know how people get attracted to lip enhancement surgery when the end is that.

So why would the life of a young millionaire like myself, bother them? "Thank you so much, Mr uhh," The funny nickname I and my friends usually call him, almost blurted out from my mouth, but I quickly devour the statement before it could evolve, with yet another one of my best fake smiles; lips contorted into a perfectly awkward, toothy smile. I had even mastered the smile, right down to the wrinkles around my eyes. Only those that knew me in and out, would observe just how much work I put into making the smile seem real. They even said I blinked continuously when ever I lie or initiate my pretense smile. "Mr. Dele Coker. But I heard that my pay per month, would buy you, your house and all

"How can I record when I'm lying down! I need to sit up, sit up..." After saying that, the young man smiled toward the camera. "Faster, faster..." At that time, the camera was very close to him. Molly found that when the young man smiled, he would show two lovely canine teeth. He had a gentle and handsome face, but the lovely canine teeth made his whole temperament change, especially his smile. Although he looked pale, his smile was as dazzling as the sun. At this time, the female voice sounded again. "Okay, it's done..."

She glanced at Chelsea and said with a smile, "You didn't look like how Joselyn described you. Your plastic surgery was a success." She said these things so naturally. No matter whether she was usually straightforward like this, or she meant something else, it made people uncomfortable. Chelsea frowned. If she was in a hurry to deny it, it would seem that she was too focused on this evaluation. People would think she was trying to hide something. If she ignored Alissa's words, it seemed to be tacit approval. Just as she was thinking about how to respond, Jaycee said lightly, "The left and right sides of her faces were symmetrical. And her facial features are of exquisite proportions. Also, h

She sat down on the seat he stood up from. " Besides I needed some time off work," she said still smiling. I notice when she smiles, she does it with not just her mouth but all her face. When she smiles her eyes sparkle her puff cheek turns pink and the laugh line near her eyes becomes prominent. Her mood was brighter than the sun which made it contagious. I couldn't help smiling.

She didn't feel the need to destress by spreading bad karma all over the internet. Suddenly, she saw a comment on Facebook. It stated, "No offense, I'm just asking out of curiosity. Have you gotten any plastic surgery or minor touch-ups? Or are you really naturally that beautiful?" Then, beneath this comment, there were various replies. There were several people claiming to be experts, saying things like how her jaw was obviously fake, or that she had gotten a nose job.

She took the drink with a smile and takes a sip. He relaxed his hands in his pocket, and scoots closer to her, heaving a sigh. “Enjoying?” he asked. Her eyes follow his face. “I can’t say I am enjoying completely. But thanks for asking anyway.” “Why do you pretend to be fake when you aren’t? why smiling when you can’t smile from inside?”. “And who said I am not smiling from inside? You are wrong about it. I am not sad about anything. Not now anyway.” She drank the whole win in one sip.

He leaned in closer and whispered, “Smile.” She shut her eyes tightly, biting down on her lip. Slowly and painfully, her mouth curved upward into a forced smile. The screaming flowers went silent. She opened her eyes horrified and whispered, “No.” Her father's voice dripped with manipulation. “Yes. Even false smiles hold power. The world doesn’t care if you’re hurting inside; it only wants to see your teeth.” She stumbled backward, clutching her chest while her lips quivered against their will, trying not to frown—the smile felt like it was locked in place.

I found myself complimenting. "Really?" I could detect a hint of laughter in her voice. "I thought it looked kind of rushed. Charli didn't like the fact that I forced her to smile during that picture." It's true. Charli was actually smiling although it kinda looked plastic. A plastic smile , she somewhat resembled Spongebob's evil twin. It looked funny and I wondered how she'd react had I shown her this pic of her. Kinda cute, actually. I didn't even know that she had dimples.That's new.