Smiling Wojak Mga Nobela at Kwento

*Wham* "Pwa!" Zaykee spilled blood while his eyes were closed. *Panting* "What? you're tired already? I am still warming up." The attacker said while lifting Zaykee's face at his level. *Heavy Breathe* Zaykee suddenly smiled, which made the attacker furrowed his brow. "Why are you smiling? Are you crazy?" The attacker asked. Zaykee ignored the attacker's statement and said, "I won't miss in this distance."

Smiling Alpha jake instantly hop off his chair. His once saddened and broken expression is all brightens. He no more appears disappointed nor depressed. His current expression is the direct opposite of such emotions. He's all proud and delighted. Never ending smiles beam non stop across his face. His glittering tooth showcase. I myself weirdly smile. I clearly understand alpha Jake's delighted feeling and unending joy. That non embarassing feeling before ones colleague. Such feeling is great and always desired. Everything currently seems clear. Every puzzles are finally in place and within their perfect positions.

“Stuff… stuff. You don’t have to worry. It’s not illegal.” “Collecting weeds is not but snorting one is.” “Are you crazy?” Smile was dumbfounded although he didn’t go into a defensive mood. One thing about humans was, that their reactions were funny, especially if they did something unforgivable. Hisoka was living for such a reaction. Big shocked eyes, visible dilated pupils, gasping mouth, sweating hands. It was so much fun. “I trust you.” He patted Smile’s butt smoothly. “Don’t work too hard. Please settle the Underworld affair for me.” He waved his hand, laughing at Smile’s betrayed face.

"Why just smile, honey? Are you imagining how to be. . . ow " Irawan then stroked his arm which was pinched by Saskia. He smiled then kissed the face of Saskia who looked at him without paying attention to the gazes of all the guests. Why are you always teasing me? I'm ashamed to hear your request. Just imagine me not yet, let alone ... "

“Not twice.” I couldn’t help myself; I burst out laughing. And Jack grinned back, easily, as if he’d only been waiting for me to show some sign of non-hostility to lower his own defenses. Too bad he was a werewolf, because he looked damn good when he smiled like that.

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.

He was grinning from ear to ear, as if it brought him immense joy to see her. But the joy Jake felt was the exact opposite of what Arwena experienced upon seeing her ex-boyfriend. Her skin crawled. She was irritated by his face and disgusted by his audacity to smile after his silence the previous day. “Weng?” Arwena echoed, letting out a small, sarcastic laugh as she uttered the nickname. However, the anger in her tone was undeniable. “You really have the nerve to call me that,” she said firmly, shooting him a sharp glare.

“You’re messing with me, aren’t you? I can never tell when you do that? Why don’t you smile or something?” Why don’t you smile. You wouldn’t believe the amount of times I’d heart this question. I gave him the answer I always did. “I don’t smile.” Simple and short. “But you do.” I looked at him. “Excuse me?” “You do smile. When you’re stepping on the skulls of your enemies. It’s a scary sort of smile.” I shrugged. “Guess that’s the only thing that brings me joy.”

Constanz nods, but I know she's not happy with my answer. “I don't want to be a killjoy, but I don't think you're going to have fun with him tonight. Wolfgang is so bitter, and he never smiles." I smile with amusement. "Says the psychologist who thinks love is a waste of time?"I make fun of her. “Smiling is a powerful emotional tool,” she replies. "A tool Wolfgang doesn't know about." I'm sure that, in the mafia, the smile is not the most useful tool.

Jihoon stood and shrugged on his navy-blue uniform blazer. “Changwan-ah, no one likes a nag.” Changwan scowled and Jihoon added a friendly smile. One that said he meant no harm but knew he spoke the truth. He wielded his grin like a weapon, a crooked tilt of his lips that revealed deep dimples. When he used it, few could stay mad. It worked, as Changwan gave a reluctant smile.