Polished Smiles Novels & Stories

It looked really creepy. He raised a human hand. Seeing Ms. Anastasia, he gave a terrible smile that made all his teeth visible. His lips stretched unnaturally wide, revealing a row of yellowed teeth that looked like they hadn't been brushed in years. The corners of his mouth turned up in a sinister grin, and his eyes glinted with malice. It is a smile that sends shivers down the spines of those who see it, a smile that promises nothing but trouble and pain.

she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Amelia's grin grew wider, her eyes glinting with malice. "Let's just say... Mia's precious image is about to be shattered." Ava's face broke into a wide, radiant smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Her lips curled up, revealing perfectly white teeth, and her cheeks flushed with a subtle glow. It was a smile that conveyed triumph, satisfaction, and a hint of mischief.

I can't breathe. A hidden platform beneath the stage slowly lifts her up, like a corpse rising from the dead. And when she sees me, she smiles. Shit. That smile. It’s not just any smile; it’s the kind that takes your breath away, leaving you frozen in place. Her lips curve upward in a way that feels both intimate and electrifying, like a secret only we share. It’s a smile that reaches her eyes, making them sparkle with a mischievous glint, as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

~ Helen's POV ~ “Let’s see how much smile will be left on that face of yours.” Mena smirked, her voice laced with bitterness as she settled smugly back into her seat. I held her stare for half a second longer than necessary, letting the corners of my lips curve upward, not just a smile, but a quiet declaration of resilience. Hopefully, I’ll smile last. That’s all that matters. I turned back to my task, continuing with my cleaning, the faint smile still dancing on my lips like armor. It wasn’t for joy. It was a signal, a quiet message for her.

Smiling. ---

“Don’t tell Dominic.” A bright smile broke across Killian’s face. It wasn't the polite, engineered grin he used to give on instinct. It was relaxed. Easy. It transformed his features, softening the sharp angles of his jaw, and for a terrifying second, it caught me completely off guard by how striking he was.

Polished without effort. People noticed him anyway. The receptionist looked up from her desk and paused in the middle of whatever she had been typing. Her eyes lifted, lingered, softened. She straightened slightly, smoothed a hand over her hair, her expression warming before she had even spoken. “Yes?” she said, smiling already. “Can I help you?” Jaden smiled back, and it was the kind of smile that didn’t feel rehearsed or practiced, just open enough to invite trust, just warm enough to disarm without ever revealing anything real.

"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.

"Uh-huh. I've been waiting for you." I'd never noticed a smile before hers. Every time she graced me with it, I couldn't help but return it with one of my own. Her teeth were perfectly straight and bright white, yet that wasn't what made it so spectacular. She had high cheekbones, and when she grinned really big, her cheeks pushed against the bottoms of her lashes. It was like her eyes smiled, too. It was uniquely Randi, and so were the sparkles that danced in her irises like ballerinas.

she said, her voice carrying that light, teasing lilt that never failed to shift the atmosphere around me. A genuine smile appeared on her face the moment our eyes met. Not the polite, measured smile she offered to nobles and courtiers. Not the careful, diplomatic one she wore during long sessions of court. This one belonged entirely to me—bright, unguarded, and full of affection that still managed to catch me off guard even after all this time.