Solo Leveling Smile Novels & Stories

“You never smile, you know that? Not once. It’s like you’ve got this permanent scowl etched into your face. It’s exhausting, honestly. Do you even know how to smile? Or did your mother scare that out of you too?” Still nothing. Just those dark, piercing eyes blinking at me, watching, waiting. “Fine,” I said, stepping closer again. “If you won’t do it yourself, I’ll fix it for you.” Reaching up, I grabbed his face with both hands and tugged at the corners of his mouth, forcing him into a rather puppetlike smile. “See? Like this. Smile, Alaric. It’s not that hard.” “That’s better,” I said, stepping back and giving him an approving nod. “You should thank me. I’m improving your image.”

One day they would stop being afraid and turn on me. I walked up to them and I could see them get even closer to each other. When I was a good distance from them I smiled at them. I have been practicing my party smile during my spare time and I have gotten pretty good at it. The girls looked shocked at the smile but they didn’t look that nervous anymore.

sunshine-- "You are my problem 💋) Zander-- "Shut the fuck up. And enough of that crap of yours." Your.sunshine-- "Ehh, don't get mad. You look awesome when you smile. Your smile is why I got attracted to you more. It was your smile that I noticed first when I saw you ❤️❤️"

I pointed at the solo clubber staring at her from the other side of the club. A group of girls passed us then. Females attention especially those aimed at me wasn't new to me as I could spot an interest a mile away so I winked at them, giving them my lopsided smile which always came in handy as it made them giggle. I've come to know my smile is my best asset although my looks do most of the job but with the smile, they fall head over heels. I'm not going to talk about my penis size. That makes them go nuts.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips. "Enjoying your meal?" he asked, his voice eerily calm, devoid of any warmth. "We’ve just rolled out the latest flavor update. Optimized for maximum satisfaction."

"I’m just going to... take my leave now. Thanks for the bed, I guess." She made it to the door, but then she stopped. Something about the way he was standing there, so isolated and cold, made her turn back slowly. "You know," she started, her voice gaining a bit of unexpected strength. "You should probably try smiling more often. Even though you’re... well, handsome, I guess, smiling actually makes you look human. You don't have to be a total grump all the time. I know your childhood was trash, trust me, I get it, same here, but stop being so miserable."

"You've been leeching off our genius for years, but he’ll always be ahead of you. You’re just a rat in the dark who can never keep up." Their arrogance burned into me. I drew in a deep breath. "It’s fine. I have another robot. I’ll use that one to compete." I was ready to shut myself away again when my phone lit up. Lila was calling. I’d told her clearly not to contact me before the championship. My eyes stayed cold on the screen. I blocked her number without hesitation and turned to Zane. "He’s not going to guess this one. There’s no way Adrian will think of an animal-model bot."

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.

“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.”

“Not just talking. You were smiling.” I paused for half a second. Damn Marcus and his semi functioning memory. Tariq dropped his fork like it was breaking news. “Smiling? Like actually smiling? Not the polite one or the fake public one, but the real kind?” “I smile all the time,” I muttered. “False,” Rafeal said. “You smirk, you glower, you look vaguely constipated sometimes, but smiling? That’s rare, my guy.” Tariq barked a laugh. “So who was she?”