Polished Smiles Novels & Stories

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. His blue eyes shine like polished sapphires in the bright arena light, sparkling with mischief as he grins, revealing a row of perfectly straight, white teeth. The lines around his eyes deepen as his smile widens, a small dimple forming at the corner of his mouth. He's undeniably handsome, his smile lighting up his entire face. I clear my throat and quickly glance away, feeling a rush of warmth spread across my cheeks. "Thanks," I mutter, trying to sound nonchalant.

I mean unsettling weird. His top teeth were far too perfect. Almost fake looking. The corners of his mouth stretched just a bit too far. It was wide, but not warm. Like someone had told him to smile using an instruction manual written in a language he barely understood. I froze mid-step, unsure whether to laugh or shiver. Because, and I’m not sorry to admit this... They actually looked better when they weren’t smiling. -- The deal had been finalized.

The way his fingers drummed once, twice against the edge of the table before going still. He smiled again, the same easy grin I’d seen him use in bar, in the middle of conversations where he wanted to keep the upper hand. It was a weapon in its own way, that smile — disarming and charming and completely artificial. But his eyes didn’t match it. They were searching — scanning my face like he was trying to locate an acceptable answer before I noticed the gap between his words and the truth.

She squinted and then smiled. “Hi “Nicole greeted him with a polite smile. She walked over to him and he shook hands with her before asking her to follow him. Nicole turned back and smiled at the secretary who first talked to her and waved at her. The secretary bowed slightly and smiled back at her. The secretary admired Nicole at once and liked her. Nicole‘s smile is contagious. Her smile automatically makes you have a relaxed facial expression and willingly reciprocate it. Alex took Nicole to his office. A well-furnished room with a sophisticated sofa. The desk was made from special timbers, maybe mahogany to be precise.

He looked like money—old money. I forced a polite smile. “Hello.” He smiled back, showing white teeth, but something about the smile felt… practiced. He looked me up and down, not even pretending to be subtle. My skin crawled a little. “What is a gorgeous woman like you doing standing alone?” he asked. His voice was too smooth, like he had practiced it in a mirror or whispered it to a hundred women before me.

He got up, "one word of advice, do not hide the genuine smile, it is beautiful." "You and I have different versions of beautiful." I fixed my skirt, a signal of 'I'm ready to go' which clearly jumped over Delroy's head as he continued to conversate. "Why is that?" "Because I do not think all of my teeth sticking out while I "genuinely" smile is beautiful. I just look like a Donkey. And Donkeys are beautiful but a human looking like one is not beautiful. And I love being perfect." I said, with my eyes everywhere but at him, I do not want to show my weakness. At least not now.

Jacob walked behind me, his own eyes cast down, thinking about what lay beneath the mystery of my smile. Smiling gently, lips in a sweet curve, I walked alongside Jacob. My smile was the slow and deliberate kind, a slow smile spreading across my face like a sunrise sweeps across the sky. But Jacob had no idea why I smiled; the satisfaction and control I felt surged through my veins. He looked at me, seeking my eyes for an answer, but I simply continued smiling back in amusement with a glint in my eyes, savoring the moment.

"Good Piper,very good." "Ammm.... Can you please smile Ah-In." Mrs Blessing says politely. "I am smiling." Ah-in groans, obviously struggling to keep her posture. "Okay ....." Mrs Blessing draws out. "Try harder, let's see your beautiful teeth." Ah-in streches her lips to reveal a set of white teeth, her smile more a deadly glare. She really ain't cut out for smiling, she automatically looks like a psychopath with that smile on. "We sure need to work on that smile of yours." Mrs Blessing confirms, she sure saw what I did.

When he curled his lips and smiled softly, he seemed to change to another person, gentle, gentle, polite, especially when he spoke slowly, his voice was extremely beautiful, looking like an ancient writer. This relaxed smile makes his face relax, dissolves cold, neutralizes politeness, moreover, his appearance is outstanding, making it difficult for others to take their eyes off. Fiona looked dumbfounded, and after a long time, he looked away, pretending to have nothing to say: "Uncle Paul Henry, you should smile more is good." "Really?" Paul Henry turned around, “Your smile is still precious. That's more expensive than that bottle of wine, do you dare to spend money to buy it?"

"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend. Yes, you can take care of us. Yes, Adam. Yes." The smile that broke across his face was not the thin, self-deprecating smile of the past week. It was not the controlled, professional smile of the CEO or the polite, distant smile of the man at the reception in Zurich. It was a real smile — wide and unguarded and almost painful in its intensity. The smile of a man who had been holding his breath for a decade and had finally been allowed to exhale.