Novel & Cerita Smile Obsession

Without wasting time, Laura instructed Catherine to take the guest to her office. As soon as Olivia entered Laura's office, she was greeted with a warm smile. "Welcome to Laura's beauty plaza." Laura was delighted to see her, knowing that Olivia was the daughter of Sinclair Amore, one of the wealthiest businessmen in the city. Laura introduced herself and welcomed Olivia to 'Laura's Beauty Plaza.' Olivia wasted no time and told Laura about her upcoming wedding and the need for a professional makeup artist. She was recommended by a friend who had witnessed Laura's professionalism. Laura was pleased to hear that and promised to make Olivia's big day special with their makeup skills.

Eating cereal like it’s a luxury item. Me: Staring at the camera, internally screaming like a trapped extra. He looks up mid-bite. “Miss Park, you’re supposed to look at me, not the lens.” “I’m supposed to look at the person who started this circus?” “Smile.” “I will stab you with this spoon.” He smirks. “Noted.” There it is again — that stupid smirk. The one that makes my blood pressure spike and my brain short-circuit. “You’re enjoying this,” I accuse.

Tobias had this cheeky grin on his face and as much as I was angry at Chase, Tobias had this contagious glow that made me want to smile too. "There it is, there's that smile I was looking for. Keep smiling just like that and they may just put your photo on the front cover."

“Between me and Sebastian. I mean, you did catch us at a rather… intimate moment.” I exhaled softly through my nose. She was trying way too hard. “Right,” I said, nodding with a faint smile. “You really should get a new hobby. This obsession thing? It’s starting to look desperate.” Her eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?” “You’re excused,” I replied sweetly. “But you might want to check a mirror next time. You’ve got a little lipstick on your teeth—and maybe your pride, too.” Her smirk faltered. Briefly.

he muttered, a creepy smile forming on his lips. " This obsession has no limits, this obsession has no bounds. Only dead could apart us."

She grinned, attempted to hold my cheeks but I immediately declined it and shook my head away. Her smile immediately changed back to its sinister grin. "I was trying to play 'be-nice-and-make-her-your-friend', but you're not complying and it's frustrating. So, let me go straight to my point." She smirked, twirling a few strands of her hair around her pinkie finger. "I want to warn you about 'my Justin'." She conceded, stressing the words 'my Justin'.

Yeah, but you can’t compete with that, a mean voice whispers in my head. Applause breaks out inside the bar. Noah lifts a hand and mimics a Miss America wave, his full, carnal lips tugging up in a slow smile that grows, becoming broader and wider. Dude could be a fucking toothpaste model. I swear I hear a gasp from every female in the room. The effect of his mouth is positively infectious. If he were a preacher, he’d be saving souls left and right. I roll my eyes. He’s with Dillon McQueen, the backup quarterback, and several other players.

" I asked again. "What do they say? " he brought his face a bit closer to mine and gave me a pretty smile and asked. I was wondering if I should ask him something like this or not. " Do you wish it not to be a girl ? " I asked awkwardly. I didn't know if it was appropriate to ask him something like that but I did anyway. I wasn't thinking much while asking. He laughed a bit and looked up at the sky again. "Who knows! I just never found anyone for whom I could be obsessed," he replied.

Eve If Dominik Grimaldi keeps smiling like that, I might actually file for divorce. It isn't a normal smile. It isn't the rare, genuine grin that lights up his eyes, or even the dark, wolfish smirk that usually precedes trouble or an earth-shattering orgasm. It’s a smirk of pure self-satisfaction. It’s the look of a man who believes he has single-handedly invented the concept of reproduction. I stand in the middle of my walk-in closet, staring at the shelves where my stilettos usually live. They are empty. Gone. Replaced by row after row of sensible designer flats, loafers, and sneakers.

I smiled as I spoke, hoping it made me look less intimidating. “Less intimidating? Bitch, please. That smile you call cute makes you look mental. Seriously, I’ve seen it with my own eyes whenever you smile in front of a mirror. My opinion matters and I say you look murderous when you smile.” Xabat snorted out a laugh, souring my mood. Here I was, trying my best to appear friendly and remain positive, but he was hell bent on making my efforts sound like useless. “Emm…” One of them dragged as her eyes darted at the rest of the women.