Smiling Man Novels & Stories

Some toddlers were with their parents, making them laugh with their cute antics. While some couples were enjoying themselves. Staring at them, a sudden desire of AIDEN’S arms around me gripped my heart. I blinked my wet lashes and kept my gaze on my bump. Suddenly I was happy licking my ice cream, enjoying kids hide and seek. I was engrossed in their beautiful laughter sound that I didn't notice something rubbing my chin. Looking up I noticed a man standing in front of me, but his face was not clear as he was wearing a mask.

There are at least seven other men standing around him holding guns and rifles. As we come closer the man smiles at me. He is a bit older than Antonio, with pale blue eyes that are cold despite the warm light. His head, that is shaved completely bald, is shining in the light. His pale face carries the evidence of a hard life with scars and wrinkles. The smile on his lips is as cold as the snow on the ground outside.

Get this fat guy away from me. Aloud, smiling sweetly (in fact, my face twisted in disgust), I said: -Very nice. I hope my forced smile doesn't betray how much I dislike this man.

I couldn't help but smile at the happy couple, but the smile felt forced and empty. My mind was filled with thoughts of my own life, my troubles. It was like the joyous scene was mocking my sorrows. Just then, I saw a man approaching me. He was tall, about six feet two. His eyes were a piercing blue, and his nose was straight and defined. His lips were full and slightly upturned in a slight smile. The man's hair was dark and glossy, with just a hint of gray at the temples. He was wearing a white shirt and a black jeans that fit him perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and trim waist. He looked like he had just stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine.

"Aurora?" I stop in the middle of the hallway and come face to face with a man dressed in black clothes, a leather jacket, and worn boots. His style hasn't changed since the old days, staying true to the classic bad boy look. Nonetheless, I know that beneath this serious facade lies someone who never stops smiling. The truth is, Josh is conceited, but it's his constant smile that brings life to that image. And I'm thankful for it. It would be a crime to hide those adorable dimples from the world. "Josh!" He responds with a genuine smile and approaches.

Especially when I wasn't in charge. After what felt like years, I flicked my gaze up to meet the man closest to me. He had a smile on his face. Missing only a couple teeth, I was trying to figure out if the smile was meant to be reassuring or menacing. He looked like one of those bitter beer face guys from the television commercials around the Super Bowl a few years ago. I held back the smile that wanted to pull at my mouth. I might not be up to par on silences, but I'd conducted enough interrogations to know I didn't enjoy being smiled at when I was about to lay someone out.

However, the problem was he would always disregard the other's life! After looting on the monster's corpse, the smiling guy with the close eyes appealed on Yman saying he admired him. And that he wanted to get closer to him. Yman on the other hand, felt a cringe to the guy while awkwardly distancing himself. Then he called him suspicious for having closed eyes. The smiling guy said that he likes Yman's eyes and wanted to trade one of his eyes to him. "....." He was speechless at the smiling guy's offer. Yman hastily back steps. Then he ran away and hid.

This is a man, with a slight smile on his face, assessing me silently, listening to my ridiculous baffling. He is not just a man though. He's an Alpha. The Alpha.

Sol Ming looked up to the sky, and then heard an angry roar of a man. “What do you think you’re doing to my partner?” Up the high-slope of the ground, there stands a tanned, colored man. He is bare-naked at the top with the similar animal hides down on his dog waist, eight-pack abdominal muscles look so majestic, and the long vertical scar made by a beast was shown all over him. The facial features of the man are seven-points, near perfection if only it weren’t for the beard on his face that wasn’t shaved hiding the lips of this person.

the man continued. By glaring at the man who hit me, he made the man expose his neck. This could only mean that this man was of high ranking within a pack. As his gaze met mine again, a smile appeared on his face. It was challenging to discern the nature of this smile, as it could either be friendly or conceal hidden intentions. He had striking, beautiful blue eyes. With a chiseled jawline and high cheekbones. His blond hair falls effortlessly. I glared back at him, suspicion clear in my eyes. “oh where’s my manners? I’m Eli” he said. His men let go of their grip as Eli’s hand reached down to me.