Star Platinum Smile Novels & Stories

I asked, curiosity taking the better of me. A mischievous smile appeared on his face as he placed something in my hand. I looked down and gasped in surprise. A premium gold card. My eyes widened. "Richard..." He chuckled. "Go have fun." I stared at the card. "Is this for real?" He nodded. "It's all yours." "You're trusting me with this?" "Not even slightly. But that's the price I have to pay for breaking my promise." I quickly jumped on him. "Oh honey, this is wonderful."

Even with the deafening cheers crashing around him, his expression remained distant, unreadable behind dark sunglasses. The next fan stepped forward—a young woman no older than twenty, clutching a fashion magazine to her chest with trembling hands. "Oh my God..." she whispered, covering her mouth. "I can’t believe I’m actually meeting you. You look… celestial. Like you don’t even belong on Earth." Silver offered the same polished, warm smile he’d perfected over months of performances. "That’s a very generous compliment," he said smoothly. "You’re very beautiful as well." She gasped and fanned herself dramatically. "Thank you! That means so much to me!" She slid the magazine across the table.

I stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"

Cristine doesn't like feeling like a prey when she's with Tristan. "Well, your tone isn't exactly pleasant." "For the time being, I'll take it," Tristan said with a lovely smile. Cristine isn't sure whether he's mocking her, but she can't deny that his smile had her hooked. For the sake of everyone, he should grin less. It also has the potential to trigger a heart attack. For those that are interested. Even if you don't have Tristan's killer smile, smile. If you can't afford to smile, even if it's free, you're the poorest person on the planet, right?

"You should be grateful. You would've been dead long ago if my face hadn't been ruined so suddenly." I looked at the madness in her eyes and listened to her speak of Adrian as if he were some flawless prize. I nearly started giggling. 'Perfect? Is she seriously calling him perfect? A violent drunk of a man who breaks me down day by day before waking up with his lips dripping with insincere apologies? Fine. If that is the perfection she wants, then she can have him.' Sienna glanced aside. Chester Middleton, who had been waiting nearby, stepped forward and placed the anesthesia mask over my mouth and nose.

Tattoos peek out from beneath his sleeves like whispers of rebellion. When he smiles, dimples crease both cheeks in the most devilishly charming way. My breath catches in my throat. The rage that had once scorched my insides now melts into something… warmer. I'm intrigued, and fascinated by this creature. “What may I assist you with, sir?” I purr, flashing him not the customer-service grin, but the radiant, magnetic and irresistible smile, specially reserved for beautiful people like him. He scans the display, then his eyes glides over to a corner and I follow them. They linger on a pair of limited edition blue diamond earrings. I am in awe.

' And that's how I arrived at where I am today. Elena maintained her expression of skepticism, her words layered with concern. "Are you sure you're okay? Did something happen? Did you maybe hit your head against the wall last night?" In response, Astrid reaches into her bag, retrieving a small but exquisite treasure—a 1-carat pink star-cut diamond. She places it in Elena's open palm, her eyes twinkling with a certain pride. It was not just any diamond; it was Star's personal emblem, the symbol of her remarkable company and success.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

This smile comforted nobody in the room, but the dice had already been cast, "Then we will accept your proposal." Verra stood to her feet in excitement, outstretched both her hands and declared boldly, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Falling Stardust Trading Company."

I smile back at him. I am drawn to him, and I don’t know why, he makes me feel safe and his scent is divine. He smells like spices maybe vanilla or cinnamon. Maybe both combined, I could inhale it all day. He has wide shoulders a perfect square jaw and the most beautiful chocolate wavy hair I have ever seen. He is tanned and very muscular. His biceps are bulging out of his black t-shirt, and it stretches tight against his muscles. He has a pair of black cargo pants on and black combat boots. I think he is at least 6’8 ft. He has sky-blue eyes that are sparkling in the sun and I could just drown in them. He has a perfect smile with dimples and straight white teeth. He would make my 5-foot sel