Polished Smiles Novels & Stories

“Lucas?!” Her eyes darted back to him, wide with wonder, and for a fleeting moment. She was stunned. He smiled at her, a real one this time. Not the polite curve of lips he offered in public, not the controlled half-smirk that masked his thoughts, but a rare, unguarded smile that reached his eyes. Arabella’s breath caught, and before she could help it, she smiled back. She looked so much younger in that moment wide-eyed, beaming, childlike, as if the weight she carried had momentarily vanished.

I stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"

he replied and she looked at him "Then I'll smile for the both of us" she smiled brightly Lewis badly wanted to scoff,he stared at watching her place her palms on his "Till you'll be able to smile,I'll smile for the both of us. Okay ?"she exposed her set of white teeth making Lewis shake his head slowly "Don't worry Lewis. You will be able to smile,I'll make you" she said cupping his hands in hers

I heard the maids giggle and one of them pressed down on my foot, which she was massaging to relieve knots and prevent muscle pulls and strains since I would be on my feet most of the time. “You have been humming and smiling since this morning. Are you that happy?” I looked at her and nodded, eliciting more giggling from them. “Awwn. Look at her. One would think that it was her birthday.” Another teased, slightly bumping my shoulders with her fingers. I giggled, and my dimples that rarely showed up adorned my cheek. My sparkling teeth, which were polished with a special herbal paste, shining like gems in readiness for my smiles towards the guests, were exposed to the fullest. I was just so e

Unlike him, ome hd ethics when it came to fight. Looked. He should take a look. He put both his foot down and assembled his face into ‘the smile’. The smile that made him affable, egoless and oh-so-approachable. His lack of ambition, there was a grain of truth to it, put people at ease. How could a guy with golden-brown locks for hair, baby blue eyes, a winning smile want anything other than a couthy exchange of words?

A true, unforced upturn of her lips, a genuine spark of amusement lighting her eyes, crinkling the corners just so. Hunter's breath hitched in his throat. It was the first time he had seen her genuinely smile in what felt like an eternity – not a polite social smile, not a strained grimace of pain, but a true, unadulterated expression of joy. It transformed her face, chasing away the shadows of fear and pain that had haunted her for days, replacing them with a luminous beauty that captivated him utterly.

VALERIE The signing ended three hours ago, but I was still smiling like an idiot. Not one of my usual fake smiles I used to plaster on in public to fake a relationship with Dominic. Not the polite, tight-lipped one I wore around all those rich folks who acted like they weren’t quietly judging everyone in the room. Nope. This was a real smile. The kind that sticks around even when you’re sitting by yourself in a half-empty hall, the kind that makes your face ache in the best possible way.

I sigh. “Ouuf, but you look more beautiful when you smile.” he argues, my cheeks heating up at the compliment. “And that's according to research,” he adds, ruining the moment with his bullishit but also steading my heart rate. “Your smile can't be compared to the makeup you're wearing, it is more beautiful, have you never heard that?”

He’s wearing a black three-piece suit that clung to his body like second skin. His smile reached his eyes, the entire universe reflected in them. Those eyes spoke of promise and of hope, excitement and eagerness. They made his handsome features more handsome by the sheer happiness that emanated from them. His smile, oh his smile! Like the first time she saw him, it’s sweet and captivating. It spoke of anticipation, bliss, and hope. He’s the perfect groom.

“You should stop. Your face is going to crack.” The smile froze. For a nanosecond, it wavered, the muscles beneath twitching. Then it snapped back, brighter, more grotesque. “You’re very amusing, guest.” “I’m not joking.” I kept my voice flat, analytical. “It’s a terrible smile. Your employer should invest in training. Something genuine. Something that doesn’t make people want to run.” I saw it—a flash of something dark and irritable in his eyes before the professional glaze resealed it. I’d gotten under the shell. The victory was petty, but it warmed me.