Smile In Dark Novels & Stories

I smile. ***

"C-Cal?" I mumbled upon confirming that it was him. He smiled, genuinely and painfully. And maybe it was because I've missed that smile of him because it has been a while since the last time I saw that, or maybe just because of pregnant woman thing but nonetheless, his smile affected me and it made me smile as well. He looked surprised upon seeing me smile, then he mumbled, "Damn, I didn't know that your smile was a light to my dying and dark spirit."

It wasn’t a pained expression but a true smile, broad and revealing his bright white teeth. And those damned dimples…they were absolutely lethal.

It looked really creepy. He raised a human hand. Seeing Ms. Anastasia, he gave a terrible smile that made all his teeth visible. His lips stretched unnaturally wide, revealing a row of yellowed teeth that looked like they hadn't been brushed in years. The corners of his mouth turned up in a sinister grin, and his eyes glinted with malice. It is a smile that sends shivers down the spines of those who see it, a smile that promises nothing but trouble and pain.

A handsome devil and he knew it but he was a survivor and I loved it and I hated it at the same time. “What? What’s funny?” He broke the spell; I didn’t know I was smiling in the first place. “Nothing” “Your lips…they are doing that thing they do when you are happy” “It’s called a smile, Flames. I didn’t realize it’s a crime to smile” “Never said it was, Mia” The Mia came out a bit exaggerated from his end. “You don’t want me to speak, you don’t want me to smile, what do you want me to do?”

After that, Morana chose to go into the room and rest, letting Anna call Daniel and tell him what had happened in a panic. Morana was sure that Daniel would run home to see her own condition with his own eyes. # # # In a closed room, where this room is only reserved for VIP guests, Lucas was enjoying a cigar in his hand while supporting his feet on the table in a haughty manner. The puff of white smoke that came out from between his lips was a color that contrasted with the slightly dim atmosphere of the room, but in harmony with the ambience of the place. A woman in skimpy clothes accompanied Lucas beside him with her fake smile and looked cute with heavy makeup covering her face.

I said. A slow, dark smile curved his lips. “Perfect.”

“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?”

A smile smeared on my face. Boom!

I smiled in the darkness, and it wasn’t a gentle smile. It was the smile of a girl who had nothing left to lose. And everything to gain.