Sans Smile Novels & Stories

I stuck my pinkie out while drinking from my cup. “I’m Cade Amata” I intoned in a deep, monotone voice, “I don’t know what fun is because I have a whole forest stuck up my ass that prevents me from smiling. In fact, the world may end if I dare to do such a horrid thing!” I erupted into laughter and so did Nikki. I had never met the man, but I had heard he never smiled, in fact he was devoid of any emotion it seemed, according to those who had met him. Not to mention my conversations with him leant me to agree with that statement. He was never warm or friendly, just cool, calm and calculated. I hauled myself off the couch, unfolding my legs and shoving them back into my shoes.

“Not just talking. You were smiling.” I paused for half a second. Damn Marcus and his semi functioning memory. Tariq dropped his fork like it was breaking news. “Smiling? Like actually smiling? Not the polite one or the fake public one, but the real kind?” “I smile all the time,” I muttered. “False,” Rafeal said. “You smirk, you glower, you look vaguely constipated sometimes, but smiling? That’s rare, my guy.” Tariq barked a laugh. “So who was she?”

No smirk. No amusement. Just pure, raw concern.

She took the drink with a smile and takes a sip. He relaxed his hands in his pocket, and scoots closer to her, heaving a sigh. “Enjoying?” he asked. Her eyes follow his face. “I can’t say I am enjoying completely. But thanks for asking anyway.” “Why do you pretend to be fake when you aren’t? why smiling when you can’t smile from inside?”. “And who said I am not smiling from inside? You are wrong about it. I am not sad about anything. Not now anyway.” She drank the whole win in one sip.

*Smiles* ^_^ Okay, moving on.

Only unanswered questions lingered in Smiles's head, leaving her hanging in space, in the world of questions. Trying to calm herself down, she saw them, Mark and Xena. Walking towards her, it's like a test on her self-control. Watching them with the malicious smile on Xena's face was no good sign but her being Smiles, the only last one of her kind, she could only brave up herself, putting in a straight and happy face.

It was the least she could do after making him uncomfortable. “You don’t have to do that.” The bartender fled and she faced the man with the whiskey voice. His nose was wider than most but his eyes were striking with the long dark eyelashes. Beautiful, even. “Call it my version of an apology. My mood has nothing to do with you. I’ve been on edge all day.” He lifted his drink and took a sip. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” He put down his drink, ran his palm over his thigh then offered it to her. “I’m Smiley.”

"What are you smiling at?" She asked Ronan. "Not you." "I know. You would never smile at me and that's the reason I'm asking, why are you smirking?" Alizah passes the sarcastic smile and Ronan raises an eyebrow. "I don't find it important to elucidate everything to you." He said in his usual calm tone which wasn't calming at all. It was deadly and dangerous and filled with warnings and the clear fact that Ronan hated the person with whom he uses that tone.