Novel & Cerita Sans Smile

Her smile is contagious. "My pleasure" *************************** Aw.

“Don’t act like you didn’t see it.” I shrugged lightly. “I saw two men measuring each other up,” I said. “Nothing new.” “That’s funny to you?” I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I let a small smile slip. Not a happy one. Not even a proper one. Just… something. That made him frown. “What’s funny?” he asked. I shook my head. “Nothing.” “No,” he said, stepping closer. “You don’t get to do that.” “Do what?” “Smile like that and then say it’s nothing.”

“He keeps me flush with the good shit and I’m always happy to share. Plus, I’ve never believed that it’s good for a man to drink, or smoke, alone. Isn’t that right, Warthog?” Through the haze of smoke, I could barely make out the rather furry man seated at the end of a large leather sofa. Warthog, who I thought looked a bit like Cheech, or was it Chong, simply smiled through his bushy black and grey beard. Causing his eyes to disappear behind his wire-rimmed glasses. “We’re not sitting, because we’re not staying,” Minus said, clearly pissed. “Actually, she can sit all she wants.” He motioned to me. “What the fuck do I care, but I’m outta here,” he said, turning to leave.

“You’re messing with me, aren’t you? I can never tell when you do that? Why don’t you smile or something?” Why don’t you smile. You wouldn’t believe the amount of times I’d heart this question. I gave him the answer I always did. “I don’t smile.” Simple and short. “But you do.” I looked at him. “Excuse me?” “You do smile. When you’re stepping on the skulls of your enemies. It’s a scary sort of smile.” I shrugged. “Guess that’s the only thing that brings me joy.”

"He's a cold soul who is void of knowledge on moving a single facial muscle into that pleasant thing called a 'smile'," "Ah," Madelyn was beginning to get it. "Just because he doesn't smile, it doesn't mean he can't go to dinner with a girl!" She said as she rubbed some lipstick on. "Doesn't smile?" I leaned on the wall. "My dear fellow human," I chuckled. "This guy doesn't know the first thing about being humane!" "What's so bad about him?" She said putting the black stick back in. "Bad?" I exclaimed. "'Bad' doesn't cut it, Maddie"

She'd been expecting him and now that he'd showed up, everything was going to be cleared off. “How're you today, Miss Manor?” He asked, his dark eyes screwing her body all over. There's something about that body, that he couldn't lay his fingers on. Meanwhile in the hotel, Larry Freeman welcomed his guest and offered her a drink. But politely, the woman declined. She said she will not be drinking with her clients until her work calls for a celebration. “Fine, I'm glad you're here, Jasmine. I've waited to have this meeting for a long time now..” Larry Freeman began.

Anyone but her. Aidan, dragged deeper into rot. Mr. Smith, smiling across dinner tables while sitting on a throne of knives. I smiled back at nothing. Slowly. Without humor. “Well,” I said softly, “that is inconvenient for everyone.”

Not the tiny almost-smirks she occasionally caught. Not faint amusement. ⸻ A real smile. ⸻ Small. Brief. But real. ⸻ Amara froze instantly. ⸻ Oh no. ⸻ That was unfairly attractive. ⸻ Lucian noticed her staring immediately. Of course he did. ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “You smiled.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ “That’s illegal.” ⸻ A low sound escaped him. Almost a laugh.

Selene said. I glanced away from the elders and alphas who were in a brief discussion, to stare at Selene sitting behind me. She flashed me a toothiest smile. Her lips stretched out weirdly, and the corner of her mouth twitched continuously, as if she wanted to end the smile but couldn't do so now. Even her face lacked any form of amusement. Although I'd seen many people smile in this manner, you still felt the warmth. This was void. Her smile wasn't genuine, and her talking to me wasn't either. She was up to something, but I couldn't tell what.