Plastic Smile Novels & Stories

Blade’s comforting smile lingered a second too long. That was when Scarlet knew ...really knew ...that something about it was wrong. It wasn’t warm anymore. It felt rehearsed. Plastic. Like a mask glued too tight to his face. She shifted subtly, creating space between them, her shoulders angling away as if her body had decided fuck this before her mind could fully catch up. She forced a smile anyway, the kind women learned early ...polite, harmless, non-threatening.

My smile felt strained, a mask I hastily donned to hide the discomfort that threatened to spill over. "Nice to see you two," I chirped, plastering a smile on my face that felt as genuine as a plastic flower. My insides churned with a mix of anxiety and resentment. I was a terrible actress, and the forced cheerfulness felt like a costume I was desperately trying to pull off. "You look like you are not happy at all," Laxus observed, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. My smile faltered, the facade cracking under his scrutiny.

She approached and said, "Didn't Aunt Zoey disappear at sea? Are you, are you pretending to be her after having plastic surgery?" Zoey stood up and took a step towards her, holding her hand and pressing it against her own face, "Then you check it yourself." Carolyn extended her index finger and pressed it against Zoey's nose, saying, "You can make a pig nose, the nose is not whole." She quickly withdrew her hand and said, "I still don't believe it! With the advanced technology in plastic surgery nowadays, it can be completely replicated!" Zoey whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Do you remember when Tabitha had her birthday party? I asked you how Carsen was doing. How

He laughed at her shocked expression as he refit the teeth into his mouth. Shasta grinned smugly. "I've got you beat, mountain man." She stood and leaned toward him, parting her lips and baring her perfectly straight, whiter-than-white teeth. She ran her forefinger across them. "All of these are fake. I had them all capped. Can't have uneven or discolored teeth in Hollywood. Nope."

I smiled, and she was shocked, a blush forming on her light brown skin. "Th-thank you as well, Anya. I love you so so much." This time, she did not hesitate to smile. She looks young, about to enter college. Her eyes are slightly closed when she smiles, dark brown pupils peeking underneath her lids. Her lips are pale pink, almost hidden when she smiles, her teeth on display. I smile softly before I leave the store. After thinking, I decided to sit by the bench in front of the convenience store.

“But I really am and I want to tell you that-” His smile stopped me dead in my tracks. It was such a slow, easy smile that somehow completely transformed him. His eyes sparkled warmly and his features softened into something comforting but still powerful. The long jagged scar that marked the side of his face almost vanished against the brilliance of his smile.

It was hidden in my very smile. But I was in a place I didn't even know. There was no magic that would bring me back to the place where I was born. There was no magic in times of sorrow. Magic would only show itself in times of happiness. It was just the same with those plastic friends who would only talk if they could get something from someone. It was preferable to have a loyal friend from a flattering foe than one who only became your friend for money.

Although she was already twenty five and mother of three someone who did not know better might think that she was still in her teens. Her face was smooth and she could tell at a glance that she had not applied make up. It was just her natural clean look. Not like her who had a applied thick make ups everyday just to appear beautiful. She knew that since she had plastic surgery her face cannot stay without makeup or else she did not want to imagine how she will look like. She was gazing at Lavender intently. Her nose was long and her lips were pinkish as if she had applied some lip stick. Her eyebrows were well shaped and her eyelashes were long.

"I'm sorry, Miss!" The sales attendant quickly explained, "You said you wanted it earlier but left without paying. I thought you didn't want it anymore." The woman dressed casually, and she wore a face full of thick makeup. She carried herself in a flirtatious manner. She had a lot of plastic surgery done to her face, so her chin was as sharp as a snake. She said with displeasure, "I went to the washroom earlier. When did I say I didn't want it anymore?"

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.”