Polished Smiles Novels & Stories

Yet, the longer I stare at his youthful, handsome face, the more it nibbles at me that I'm missing something. When he smiles, his countenance opens into an innocent portrait, sweet and guileless, contrasting his partner, whose features are rather austere. Even while she winds in a circle and entrances her viewers, not a trace of a smile can be found to upset her pale, stunning and seemingly delicate features.

The clink of coins cascaded from one palm to another; a flash of silver caught the light and shimmered across her vision, before vanishing into the Inspector's pocket. His eyes were shrewd, and his smile was a fox's grin as he replied, "The pleasure is all mine, Mr Xakatha." They clasped hands and parted, Liziwe's reluctant steps following them like constant and true shadows, echoing down the corridor. ~0~0~

"Three—since the three of us are close, there's no harm in helping a friend, right?" She showed off her best convincing smile. Jack, Melanie, and Becca squinted their eyes to protect them from the harmful radiation of light coming off her bright, big smile. Melanie tried to give her best and also smiled widely, although it came out crooked and unsightly. "Yes, yes, of course. Thank you agai—"

Which so far it appears that they don’t Tanya smiles at me, like she is about to say something crass as her smile twists into the edges of her perfectly high cheek bones. That’s the thing about Tanya, if anyone were to be stalking her she would look good no matter what. Her make-up is rumored to be tattooed to her face. That’s what her followers brag about her eyeliner anyway.

Her lips, painted in a shade of subtle pink, curve into a satisfied smirk as she tilts her head to admire her reflection. Her assistant, a young woman with a meek demeanour and wide, nervous eyes, stands beside her, clasping a makeup brush. “You look just perfect, ma’am,” the assistant says, her voice almost reverent. “Of course I do,” Sophia replies, her tone dripping with confidence. She adjusts a strand of her glossy chestnut hair, styled into voluminous waves cascading down her back. Her smirk widens as she leans closer to the mirror, the diamond earrings adorning her ears catching the light.

She was caught between feeling shy and grateful, both of which were leaving her at a loss for words. Vincent’s smile only grew wider, that irresistible grin of his making her heart race even faster. It wasn’t just any smile—it was the kind of smile that seemed to brighten the entire room, the kind of smile that made everything feel lighter and more fun. And this time, Isla couldn’t help but notice his perfect set of white teeth, gleaming against the backdrop of his handsome face. He looked like he had just come up with some clever trick, and the way his smile lingered made her feel like he was enjoying every second of her confusion. For a moment, Isla forgot about the pasta, too entranced by

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'll take that compliment! Overall, I'm happy with how I look. Or at least I'm content with it.

would finally get to put down his sword. But it would be a "Scripted" peace. A "Managed" happiness. "They wouldn't be 'Actual Real'," I whispered. "They’d just be 'Optimized Assets'." "Is there a difference?" the CEO asked, genuinely curious. "A 'Scripted' smile feels the same as a 'Natural' one, doesn't it? The 'End-User' can't tell the difference." "I can," I said. I reached out, but I didn't grab the pen. I grabbed the **Table**.

Let’s see those sovereign smiles, gentlemen! Flushed with an intense, burning embarrassment, I forced my rigid jaw into a stiff, professional smile. “Your structure looks exceptionally regal when you permit your lips to soften, Master Chika,” Driscoll remarked. Glancing through the high-definition lens, the old beta couldn't help but chuckle at the severe, lethal scowl settling onto the Prime Alpha’s face. “Come now, Alpha King, a slight modification to your mouth, please.”

I said. For a second, his jaw moved like he was about to say something that would ruin both our days. Then he smiled. Cold. Handsome. Infuriating. The kind of smile that might once have made me want to know what it would feel like to break it with a kiss. “Always so polite,” he said.