Sans Smile Novels & Stories

No-freaking-one should be disrespected. Then, all my uneasiness was replaced with anger, like how I want to slap some respect and manners in him while he talks to different men with a easy going smile, which is obviously fake. Because I can easily notice the tic in his jaw time to time like his jaw has starting to hurt with all this. And, he is not even a big fan of smile. He prefers, scowling, expression and yeah, freaking snapping, like he has every right to. I shift my attention back to Lucas who is sitting with me.

He says forcing a smile. .

When had this man ever smiled? “No, I’m not,” Kennis said curtly. I crouched down and whispered in Ana’s ear, “Just let him be. I genuinely think he doesn’t know how to smile. I’ve never seen him smile.” Ana chuckled and nodded, and Kennis snapped his head towards me. “I know how to smile,” “Then do it,” Ana and I said in unison, crossing our arms

" It's Rosaleen for you and everyone else who calls you Rosaleen. It's Rosa for short. I love to call you Rosa, and it suits you better." Those bubbles in her throat returned and the knots in her stomach churned. She utterly went speechless. Ronnie grinned and his lips curled up in amusement. He fought with every fibre in his body to not let that embarrassing laughter escape from his lips. Rosaleen glared at him. Her lips pursed in repulsion. " Why don't you ever speak, Rosa? You're just like a quiet wallflower observing everyone else, even though plenty thoughts are bouncing around in your head."

He filled and delivered the glasses, keeping the last for Silvia, to look straight into her eyes with one of his mischievous smiles. “There you are, woman,” he said, sliding his arm around her waist. “Missed me?” Sean, Jo and Tom stepped a little to the side, like pushed by that energy field that seemed to activate whenever the other two got closer to each other. “I think I need some tagging, y’know?” Jim said. “Hashtagging? I’m afraid I’m getting you a lot of that, and not exactly the kind you like.” “I mean something to help slow people understand I’m not available anymore.”

A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips. "Enjoying your meal?" he asked, his voice eerily calm, devoid of any warmth. "We’ve just rolled out the latest flavor update. Optimized for maximum satisfaction."

Cristine doesn't like feeling like a prey when she's with Tristan. "Well, your tone isn't exactly pleasant." "For the time being, I'll take it," Tristan said with a lovely smile. Cristine isn't sure whether he's mocking her, but she can't deny that his smile had her hooked. For the sake of everyone, he should grin less. It also has the potential to trigger a heart attack. For those that are interested. Even if you don't have Tristan's killer smile, smile. If you can't afford to smile, even if it's free, you're the poorest person on the planet, right?

“I expected the scars to bother you.” “They don’t. I’ll grow to ignore your back—but I will never get over your ass.” He gave me that glorious full smile of his. I reached over and placed my hand on his face. “I love your smile.” “Everyone says I’m charming, but I don’t smile or laugh naturally. I think to myself, Would now be a normal time for someone like me to show amusement? Then I force myself to react, as people do when a camera turns to them. But with you, it’s unconscious. I just respond.”

Her pearly white teeth were proudly shown to anyone. “You don't feel your muscles cramping smiling all day?” Farrah chuckled, leaning on her chair, steaming coffee placed on her wooden table. Eden shyingly blinked, a red tint spreading over her plump cheeks. “No. I'm not smiling since morning alright. I'm just being normal here. You guys are so weird.” ‘Weird? It's you who's weird.’ Farrah sneered. “It's not us who's acting creepy here. It's you. Who the hell maintains a smile all day without stopping? Is your muscles made of plastic?”

Why don't I enrol myself in some communicating classes? It's declared, Arielle Summers meaning me, is the most awkward girl in the world. I decided to spare a glance at Mr Arnold and I had to double-check because he had the facial expression which you get when you curl your lips upwards. Mr Nicolas freaking Arnold was f*cking smiling. Two cute dimples popped on either side of his face and I found myself admiring them. "Are you smiling?" I can't believe it. He chuckled, his grin still plastered on his face.