Novel & Cerita Smile In The Dark

Damien took a deep breath and stepped inside, with the hidden smile that Damien used to make whenever he was about to kill a noble class vampire. A smile that concealed an extremely strong and dark killing aura. The signature smile with the piercing gazes of Sir Damien Blackheart, which indicates that he is ready to kill a vampire. Or maybe for this case, two vampires.

In the photo, two girls who looked exactly alike stood side by side with bright smiles. They wore the same outfit and had the same hairstyle. One of them was Leah. Although the other girl was smiling, she had a strange darkness in her eyes. There were a few scars above both her eyes as well. Behind them stood a white building. The door had a sign that read, "Third Cross Psychiatric Hospital". I flipped the frame over and saw a sentence written in neat handwriting. It read, "Wait for me, Hannah. We'll be together forever soon."

In my previous life, my boyfriend's female best friend, Yvette Larson, decided to play a cruel prank on the firefighters with a few of her friends. They deliberately set off the fire alarm in our apartment complex and filled one of the rooms with smoke. "When the fire trucks get here, we'll hide and film them scrambling around trying to rescue everyone. This is going to go viral!" I did everything I could to stop them. I warned Yvette that they were wasting emergency resources and could even cause a stampede. However, she called me a buzzkill, and my boyfriend accused me of sticking my nose where it did not belong. Hence, I secretly called the property management office and tipped them of

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?”

It’s the kind of smile that comes right before something explodes — or someone disappears. “You think I buried him?” His voice is quiet and crooning while he pulls a crooked, lopsided grin — one that doesn’t reach his eyes, all menace and mockery. It’s the kind of smile that suggests he might have buried worse. The yellowish light flickers above, throwing shadows over the sharp lines of his face. The scar above his brow twitches.

The smile was somewhat similar to Chen’s, but it carried a completely different flavor—Chen’s smile was like sunlight, warm and healing; Damon’s smile, on the other hand, was like a flame, direct and intense, filled with an undeniable passion and sincerity that couldn’t be ignored. With a resigned sigh, Dean muttered under his breath, “Fine, do whatever you want.” Damon noticed Dean’s subtle smile and couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He gently ruffled Dean’s hair, his voice soft yet reassuring. “Don’t worry, these photos are just for me. No one else will ever see them.” Dean met his gaze, his lips curling into a small smile, despite his lingering embarrassment. Though he still

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."