Smile Obsession Novels & Stories

Massimo Smirked looking at them and sat beside Anamika giving her a French kiss. "Don't mind me... Please continue..." Sarah looked away from him scared as she remembered that party night. She couldn't understand why a girl like Anamika is with him. Xavier frowned at him but decided to ignore his presence. Anamika and Xavier discussed about the deal while Massimo was sitting there looking at her like a obsessed man. "Please excuse me... I need to attend this..." Anamika excused herself as she got a phone call. She went out and Xavier looked at Massimo.

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.

She doesn’t need to try for these male leads to fall head over heels in love with her. Cassie stared at the folder with a scowl, but her face beamed at the comments. She held her phone and deleted the data right in my face. “Poppy, save your idiot’s guide to yourself. It’s not for me. “Watch and learn. I’ll have Camden under my spell. He’ll be smitten with me, even if all I do is talk about SpongeBob SquarePants.” Not the least bit upset, I smiled brightly. “Good luck to you.

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

I trailed off, searching for the right word. “Over the top?” he asked. And then he did something I’d never seen before. A small, real smirk touched his lips. It didn’t show his teeth, but it lit up his whole face, making my stomach do a little flip. He looked so good when he wasn't being completely stoic. “Yeah, kinda,” I admitted, smiling back. “No offense.” “None taken,” he said, the smirk fading but a warmth remaining in his eyes. “I have a… cleaning obsessive disorder. I don’t like being disorganized. It affects me.”

“Yes I know. I just ... had a lot of tasks, I lied.” “I understand, what was offered to you?” I looked at the display case and saw the reason for my craving. “I want a chocolate cake.” “Wait for me a moment.” Ana disappeared behind a door and Ezra was soon standing next to me. “Hi Kim, how have you been?” He asked with his charming smile. "Very bad." "More or less," I said, looking at my nails painted black. The enamel had been damaged a bit and it was time to paint them again.

But by the end of the third invitation by a second ranked official's wife, I couldn't keep my smile intact to my face. And after that, the jerk Reuben kept pocking me with his pointy elbows to smile some more every time my smile got constipated due to the ache in my stretched jaws, to which I had to painfully comply. Thus, my beautiful constipated smile turned more and more awkward, to the point where even awkwardness felt awkward (God! Did that even make sense?).

The realization that I was truly loved made my chest ache in the best possible way. “You’re smiling again.” he whispered, I blinked and looked up to find Damien staring at me with unmistakable amusement in his eyes. “I am not.” I tried to retort, “You absolutely are.” His smile was wider now. I immediately tried to compose myself, but the sight of his smug grin only caused me to blush harder. “Oh my god,” I mock-gasped, “You’re impossible,” “And yet,” he murmured under his breath as he took a step closer towards me, “you’re completely obsessed with me.”

I'm just really happy right now. "What's wrong with my smile, assholes?" I couldn't stop my lips from forming a wide smile, and they were right; it did look a bit weird. "It's creepy. You look like you've lost your mind. A smile fit for a mental patient. And I'm sure of that because I'm a psychiatrist, dude," Keenan said, frowning at me. "At least your insanity isn't contagious to your patients!" "Fuck you, Finn!" I thought their attention would shift away from me, but not really. Knowing them, you can't easily get under their skin.

“I want to lecture you, but I have to admit that it is good to see you laugh again. I haven’t seen you laugh for a long time. You should try doing it more often. Both of you look beautiful when you smile.” I shake my head. “I don’t know about that. It will ruin my reputation of being a cold and fierce CEO. Plus, who has a smiling security team. I think that would freak people out more than anything. I’ll keep my smiles restricted for outside the office with friends and family.” A playful smirk spreads across Page’s face as she teases, “And for your special someone.”