Polished Smiles Novels & Stories

Or like he wanted to, at least. “I’m okay,” she whispered. And then he smiled. Really smiled. Not one of those twitch movements where it looked like he was about to smile or that he was fighting it. A full-on, teeth-flashing smile. And man, did he have beautiful teeth. Perfectly straight. Ultrawhite. Million-dollar smile. But then, everything about him was aces . . . right down to his shoes. So far out of her league. So far it wasn’t even funny.

A smile formed on my lips. The spell would be perfect.

plump" instead. I don't care. But they're not thin and skimpy. And I am not one of those girls who glosses them up to make them look bigger than they are. They're just fluffy and that's that. Again, my girlfriends have enjoyed that feature about me, too. For more than one reason, if you know what I mean! Now, what would be a description of someone if they didn't tell you about their smile? Well, I like mine. But mainly because I've had so many compliments over the years. My genetics must have been spot on, because I never needed braces. My teeth have always been perfectly straight, and even. So, when I smile, I don't mind when they go on full display. I've been told I am quite photogenic. I'

He handed her a coffee. "Nothing.” "Nothing? You were smiling at your phone when I came in and didn’t even look up to see who was at the door.” "No. I wasn't smiling like that.” Ria countered when he opened all his teeth to show her how she was smiling. "Of course! You smiled this way." He rolled his eyes. "Okay if that is it, then it is not called smiling.” Ria argued. "So what is it called?" "You are just showing off your teeth. I mean...your prefect dentition.” Ria teased him.

"This black hair, with pink highlights and cut in layers, swept to the side like that and falling gracefully full of movement, made you much more beautiful and charming." I looked at him completely hypnotized, with my eyes wide open, not wanting to miss anything he said or did. He gave a beautiful smile, showing his perfectly aligned white teeth, and that smile went straight to my racing heart and made it leap, like a galloping horse that takes a long jump and takes time to touch the ground again.

She skillfully transformed the canvas of her face, the mirror reflecting a version of herself that belied the inner turmoil. After the last brushstroke, Ava stepped back, her reflection staring back at her with a polished facade. Despite the dark circles beneath her eyes, her makeup had worked its magic, concealing the weariness that lingered within. A smile of satisfaction tugged at her lips as she acknowledged the success of her morning ritual.

At her voice, he turned around and took a step forward. His features were striking, sharp even where they shouldn't have been but his smile was a mask, lips full and curved up at the edges. It wasn't a genuine smile, like the ones Lukas always gave when he saw her; instead, his teeth concealed behind his mouth.

Then he smiled, the gap where he was missing his two front teeth a dark hole in a shining, bright face. “Sorry, mister,” he said with an adorable lisp. I was instantly charmed. I smiled back. “Don’t worry about it, son.”

“You disappeared on me, Mr. Big Shot Hockey Star slash CEO slash mystery man.” I rolled my eyes. “Please, I texted you last week.” “And left me on read the week before.” “Fair,” I admitted. She turned to Vesper and Mateo with a bright smile. “Hi! It’s so nice to see you again, Vesper.” And Vesper… smiled back. But not her real smile. This one was polished. Perfect. Hollow. I knew that smile. I’d seen it at board meetings, in fake interviews, when she was cornered by people she couldn’t stand but had to tolerate.

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.