Novel & Cerita Smile In The Dark

he gave me that smile again that seems to be captivating me. itsclarixass

he said, adjusting his glasses with a smirk. Laughter rippled through the room. It was not loud, just quiet chuckles filled with relief. Somehow, that small moment of humor made the heaviness in the air a little easier to breathe. Dark found himself smiling faintly, the first genuine smile he had managed since the memories came flooding back. "I promise. I really don’t want to get punched again," he said, trying to sound lighthearted. But even as he spoke, his chest tightened and the smile wavered.

“Smile to the camera.” “Wait. I’m not ready.” He raised his phone, angling to us. “Guess what, guys? I just watched this gorgeous woman performed on the stage tonight. And let me tell you, she’s amazing. Don’t worry, guys, she’s not mine. Though I wish she is because she’s not only beautiful, she’s also smart and talented, but she’s taken.” He shrugged as if disappointed, which made me smile. “This is River Rouge. Catch her performance at the Staple Bar three times a week.” He ended the video. “I will post this on my Instagram.”

Everything went dark. I woke standing in a bar. Men in leather biker jackets filled the room. The voices in the bar were so loud, I couldn't hear myself think. Then I saw him. I saw Matei. He stood behind the bar serving drinks to some attractive looking women. His smile to them was pure charm. They ogled him and giggled amongst themselves. He even drew the attention of several men around the bar. People shouted greetings to him as he jumped from customer to customer. The bell on the door clinked as the door opened. The bar grew silent as a dark haired woman with grey blue eyes walked through the door. Her dark curly locks framed her face and fell all the way to her waist.

THE SILENCE The room was deadly silent. "You... you stink." Ivan froze. Dante choked on a cough. Lorenzo Moretti—the Enigma, the Don of Monaco—just stared. He didn't get angry. Instead, a slow, dark smirk curled up the corner of his lips. "Stink?" Lorenzo repeated, his voice dropping to a low, vibrating purr. "That is a first." "He is delirious!" Ivan interjected quickly. "The medicine... it makes him talk nonsense. Please ignore him."

Then he slides a lunatic smile, he is not a sane being, what he just did is sick. I stop breathing when he brings his face closer to mine, he never stops smiling, I'm centimeters away from a psychopath and I can only think about the fateful thing. “You are facing the wolf, welcome to Russia, Luna Miller”his mouth whispers with venom, I am taken aback by his words. She notices my surprise and smiles brighter. Welcome to the Russian mafia, Lunita.

I can't breathe. A hidden platform beneath the stage slowly lifts her up, like a corpse rising from the dead. And when she sees me, she smiles. Shit. That smile. It’s not just any smile; it’s the kind that takes your breath away, leaving you frozen in place. Her lips curve upward in a way that feels both intimate and electrifying, like a secret only we share. It’s a smile that reaches her eyes, making them sparkle with a mischievous glint, as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

“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.”

Chains bleed light. And in the dark behind them, something smiles.

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.