Sans Smile Novels & Stories

He had a smile I didn’t like a smug look that was enough to piss anyone off. “Who are you?” “That’s a good question.”

Greg notices me looking at them, and he smiles, “What?” I shake my head, “Nothing.” He looks suspicious, “You’re doing that thing.” “What thing?” “The emotional smile.” I gasp, “I do not have an emotional smile.” He nods seriously, “You do.” I narrow my eyes, “You’re lucky you’re hot and attractive.” He looks delighted, “I know.”

Not a polite smile. A smile that says 'I see you. I know exactly where you are. And there's nothing you can do about it.

I can feel his eyes glaring holes into my skin, intimidating me. He hesitates for a moment, and then he nods, before motioning me forward with his hands. He takes the file from me and opens it, reading the contents. I stand there in silence and take a minute to study him. He’s irritatingly handsome, with that strong jaw, that straight nose, and his thick dark hair. His good looks don’t make up for his complete lack of personality, though. I can’t even imagine him acting affectionate. Does he even know how to smile, or have his facial muscles completely atrophied due to lack of use? In all the years I've worked with Mr Sinclair, I don't think he has ever smiled at me or regarded me in any oth

the old man continued with a challenging smile. ****😔🙄😔***

I plaster on a smile. "No, everything is fine."

I raised up my brows ushering her to give me an answer. When she said nothing, a smile crept up my lips. “I will take your silence as approval. Friends then” I pulled my hand for a handshake. She slowly pulled hers out. We held each other's gaze. “Since we’re okay now, at least smile” I got a glare from her in return. “A sick person doesn't smile” “From which source. From what I know, it helps in recovering. The expression on your face is scary. Like-” “Like a ghost right?”

she replied in a friendly tone. The man felt at ease and took a seat beside her. They engaged in a lighthearted conversation, and a smile adorned Emine's lips. For some inexplicable reason, she felt comfortable around this man. Aiden observed it all—her smile was breathtaking, a burst of radiant sunshine. It illuminated her face, captivating everyone who saw it. Her lips curved gracefully, revealing a row of dazzling, pearly white teeth. Joy glistened in her eyes, reflecting the warmth of her smile. It was a sight that could melt hearts and bring happiness to the world.

Their smiles are fake and flawless. And Darius? He doesn’t even look uncomfortable. Not one ounce of guilt. He doesn’t even look at me.

With a smile. ____