Smile Obsession Novels & Stories

i became confused. The lady was elegenet and beautiful...her smile was so warming.....I felt the warm also.....i didnt even know when i also started smiling towards them...and her husband was the zerox copy of River Romano ....wait wait that meant they were the parents of that psycho???...🤔 The lady pulled me in a tight hug...then kissed in my cheeks...i just smiled to them...and his father pulled me in a hug...then pulled my both cheeks and kissed in my forehead...then both said in unison "welcome baby girl"

What the fuck is wrong with me? Bash chuckled, forcing my lips to kiss him back. I bit him in anger. And he did the same before he sucked my lower. “Do you know how you smell?” He questioned tracing my bottom lip with his tongue. “Me. You smell like me.” There’s a triumphant smile on his face as if he achieved something. He likes it when he is all over me and I end up smelling like him. And me? I love it. I want to be under him forever. This kind of obsession and dependency on a person can be disastrous but if my life became a series of spending time with him and with myself, I would be the happiest person in the world.

Fine. Rose heard him and smiled as the moment she spent with Mr. Evidence a few minutes ago flashed on her head. She just couldn't stop smiling. Mr. Evidence, who earlier concluded she was crazy, ignored her smile the moment he saw her smiling because he wasn't surprised at all. Lately, he saw her do something crazy, something he thought no woman had done to him without his permission, he watched Rose do it to him especially when he found himself being comfortable with it. Only a crazy person would do something dangerous, not minding the outcome.

Hating myself for saying. Why the hell am I so obsessed with this topic? I do not even want to know any of this. He eyes me warily, a soft questioning smile on his lips, showing those neat white teeth, devastating dimples and I’m instantly distracted. “I like your smile.” I say, alcohol very effectively removing my internal filter again. “No, I don’t, and I like that you like my smile, shorty.” He stops and pushes me against the wall to steady me, pulls his cell from his pocket, swipes the screen, checks who’s calling and pushes it back from where he produced it.

I don't have friends - I am not sure if that is something that I should be proud of. Well, it's not like I don't try to approach my classmates or try to interact. It’s just that I have a weird smile. No, it's not the type of smile that involves weird and rotten teeth - I have perfectly white and straight teeth. You see, my smile is fatal and dangerous. Just one look at these weapons and even the ferocious growl of a mountain lion would seem harmless. If this were a comic, I would call this attack: The Killer Smile.

(smiles) A. Gupta

“By the way, have you been hanging out with any boy recently? Are you going on dates now?” “What do you mean Mom?” “When I barged into this room, I saw smiling while lying on the bed and trust me, I know what that means. I can define that smile and I know what that smile means. I saw it clearly” “Stop it Mom!” “Alright spill it out Jane, I’m listening” Sophia jabbered, gloating at Jane. “Okay Mom, I have not been going on dates but…” “Yeah I like ‘but’ in conversation like this one”

he nodded his head at my word "Yeah, I like him but he died four years ago " he had a sad expression on his face and he quickly smiled not letting his sadness get into him, he foggy sky slowly faded off and I could see his face, he looked handsome and wasn't like what I think he was the first time I saw him " Which country are you? I looked suspicious at him because I didn't know what his intentions are " Why do you ask? " he smiled at me, he couldn't stop smiling at everything I said to him, and never got upset about my attitude towards him, and he could notice my reaction

She hoped not. And yet… a thrill coursed through her veins. She had never felt so seen. Her work resonated. People felt her, understood her, even without knowing the woman behind the words. For the first time, she allowed herself to smile, small and careful, letting the heat of quiet triumph bloom in her chest. The women continued, oblivious to the trembling girl in the corner. “…and can you imagine what will happen if she ever reveals herself? People are obsessed already. I’d follow them anywhere,” the other said with a smile.

Shining under the parking lights like a badge of honor. I stood there for a full three seconds. Then the smile crept up before I could stop it. I looked up and found the culprit immediately. A fat, unbothered pigeon sat perched on top of a sprinkler pipe, chest puffed out, staring down at the BMW with the energy of someone who had just completed their life's mission. "Good job,"I whispered. "Truly. Keep it up." I pulled out my phone and took a picture. For documentation purposes. Obviously.