The Joker's Smile Novels & Stories

"I already told you about this and I’ll say it again. Don't smile...Just, don't." "Why?" "It doesn't suit you, your character. I mean, to put it bluntly, you look like a shark when you smile." I flashed him a small smile. My cute, adorable smile. It's really true! There's really nothing wrong with his smile, it's just that he doesn't know how to control his facial muscles. When smiling, he really looked like a shark with those strong sets of pearly white teeth as his whole gums also showed. And adding with his blank eyes, the smile he makes looks like a constipated shark, no, more like an evil scheming shark.

Jacob walked behind me, his own eyes cast down, thinking about what lay beneath the mystery of my smile. Smiling gently, lips in a sweet curve, I walked alongside Jacob. My smile was the slow and deliberate kind, a slow smile spreading across my face like a sunrise sweeps across the sky. But Jacob had no idea why I smiled; the satisfaction and control I felt surged through my veins. He looked at me, seeking my eyes for an answer, but I simply continued smiling back in amusement with a glint in my eyes, savoring the moment.

With a gorgeous face like his and the reputation and wealth of his family, he was pretty much an attention magnet whether he liked it or not. As soon as I stepped out of the administrative office, Natalie waved me over with a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. “Why do you have the exact replica of Joker’s smile?” I frowned slightly as I wondered what was going on in that crazy head of hers. “My smile is nothing like his,” she defended but I refused to agree with her, I knew what I’d seen, “but if you must know, I spotted you getting all chummy and funny with Nick Bloom while I was walking by the administrative block? What’s up with that?”

Aesthetic's POV: “ Let me introduce myself first. “ The man with a friendly personality exclaimed and stand up with full of excitement. He have this very alluring smile but an eyes that can make thousands of women cry. His hair was shaggy, opposite to his face but his presence was very light. As if he can't hurt you, but I know that those fangs of him can torn my own flesh apart. Though I’m not that scared to him, but I won't let my guards down. “ My name is Joker, but I prefer to be called as Jake. “ He said while looking at me with his lips stretched widely. I don’t know if I'm gonna laugh or what, but his name sounds so funny. Joker? Well, his sunny personality proves it. “ And yeah! I’m

“ Boss they’ve done it again , some fucker has a serious boner on getting you banged up “ Joker comes in slamming a folder down on my desk. I glanced up from the papers I had been reading and watched as he folded his long limbs into the chair in front of me. He pulls a joint from behind his ear and lights it up taking a deep drag and then drops his head back to blow the smoke up in the air. His blonde hair was up in a bun tied at the back of his head. His piercing blue eyes come back down to look at me and he raises a pierced brow at me.

I wanted to reply to them but changed my mind and walked. “Heyy, heyy. What’s going on? Isn’t she affected?” He yelled at the court agents who came to take out his belongings. Elon who was supervising smirked, walking slowly towards him, he shot a glance at me and winked. I paused, knowing what it meant. He was about to reveal who I am. My lips wanted to break into laughter but I suppressed it, controlling myself. Being revealed under a serious face would make more sense than a smiling face. I didn’t want to hear the Joker name.

Amber What kind of smile would I wear for my mugshot? I’d been asking myself that for the past thirty seconds ever since Evalie opened her little mouth and let a nuclear bomb drop on my sanity. Would it be a crazed, Joker-like grin? Teeth bared, eyes wide, insanity seeping through the cracks? Or maybe a dead-eyed smirk, cold and distant, the kind of smile you wear when your soul's been flattened by bullshit so often, it’s just muscle memory now.

Call me crazy but right now, this was the most handsome green-eyed man in the universe? I would fight to keep that title for him. I should have realized the smile was informing me about the coming of something big. "Well, Well Senorita. We're gonna die" What? Maybe he was a good joker and I'm just discovering it now. I burst into laughter while clenching my small belly and tilt my eyes upwards to see his smile slowly diminish into a big frown. No. Did I offend him? "Seriously... I love your joke. It was perfect" I laughed a little bit while keeping my eyes on him but the look on his face was indifferent.

Lizabeth "What?" I looked carefully but he didn't look like he was joking at all, he looked very serious but I knew he was a deformed wolf. Everyone Knew he didn't have a scent so there was no way he could find his mate. "Joker, that's what you are. City clown." I pulled my hand from his grip and he freed me. "So you think if you play the mate card on me I'll continue to be your puppet yh? Oh I get it now." It hit me.

He lets it hang in the air, a vague accusation draped in implication. “You mean more than smashing his face in?” River pipes up, still swimming in the oversized leather jacket like a very smug, very sarcastic little war general. She leans against my brother’s leg, with a hand holding her bunny’s ear, and a smirk that would piss off a priest. Jackson’s jaw tics. Then, slowly, that twisted, carnivorous smile creeps across his face. It’s not charming. It’s not sane. It’s the kind of smile that comes right before something explodes — or someone disappears.