Novel & Cerita The Man Who Smiled Book

There was nothing about humanity in this person’s eyes or heart. “Yeah, I’ll make sure about it, but what do you want me to do if he is not?” The man asked, as he never decided anything about himself; everything he did came from this person before him. “Hmm, let’s play a hide-and-seek game first; I’ll decide if I want to slaughter or keep it for something more pleasurable.” The person smiled like a devil, it gives people a creepy feeling, just like the darkness. The smile was like a little candy tainted with poison, but for the man, it felt like ages when he heard this smile, he gently android the smile, as much as the person was crazy, the man was not much better.

Behind me, people looked impatient, so I said: - Excuse me. I would like to pass, so as not to hold other people back. "I'm sorry." He straightened with a quick smile, one of those disarming ones with crinkled gray eyes and white teeth in a dark face framed by very long hair. The bookstore man. - You! This would definitely not be the seatmate I would have chosen, even if it was, as my secretary would have said, a sight for sore eyes. His lips curved into a smile that I had trouble reading.

She sighed weakly in her heart, looked up, and pulled out a sweet smile at the man, " Be good, and obedient! That's against the law, and I don't like people looking at you as if watching monkeys." Strangely, a man has a sweet smile. He was in a good mood. "OK, I'll get in the car and wait for you."

he never had any smiles on his face ,he looked as cold as ever . He took his time to drop the stick he had in his hands after dragging a lot from it . The man walked towards me and the moment he got to where I was he smiled . "You get on that bed and spread those legs of yours wide "he whispered silently into my ears sending chills down my spine .

“Fourth, when we reached Amanustan. When you interacted with the common people and learnt their language so quickly. Fifth, when you won the festival. That smile was surreal. Sixth, after the festival in the woods where you came searching for me. Seventh, when we were exiting the woods. Eighth, ninth, tenth when you were with Venus…” He paused, then continued, “Venus’ smile is contagious indeed. Eleventh today, when I found you in the woods, you were smiling at Polaris after naming him. And twelfth was today as well, when you saw me. Out of all these smiles, I think the twelfth one was the prettiest one…” “Huh! Why? Because it was troubled?” I glared at him. “No, because it was the first tim

I poured out two cups of coffee and placed them in front of the two regulars, “I don’t smoke weed.” He laughed, “Just because I choose to smile rather than frown doesn’t mean I’m on marijuana.” He stopped me before I walked past him again, “all I’m saying is, smiling once in a while, no matter your mood, would help more than harm.” “How many self-help books have you read?” I asked shifting the attention back to him. “Now you’re calling me unstable?” His pitch was raised in fake offence and then he twisted his face in a weird crazy clown face that made me laugh.

Seconds later, The man smiled to himself. I looked at him curiously. My brow shot up. Seeing the man smile made my skin crawl. Is he crazy? Did he not see the part where my gun is aimed at his forehead? He didn't look scared, “Who are you?” He seems amused. Yep, he’s crazy. What the hell is wrong with this guy?

Even with his smiling face, he looked scary. Nevertheless, despite that, despite how I was looking at his face so intently, the man did not show any annoyance or anger. His smile remained, and with the same gentle voice, he asked me what my verdict was. I did not make my answer verbal. I just nodded with my eyebrows up in approval. I have learned not to judge a book by its cover and maybe, just maybe, this man is one of the books that I should not be charging by its cover alone. The man's smile broadened. Next thing I saw him pressing another button, and the housemaid came soon after. When he asked me what we would like to have for a drink, I did not hesitate to answer that whatever he was o

The man who had not been happy for three years was happy. I had been keeping track of the small smiles since the morning he had said I am happy over coffee in my room with his hand at the small of my back. I had been keeping track of every one of them. The smile in the corridor when I had teased him about coming to me first. The smile when Riven had said told you so through the closed door. The smile in the training yard when I had told him he was making a scene on purpose and he had said yes, sweetheart, on purpose. The smile at the writing table the morning after the file when he had given me back my own words.

I snapped and he smiled, a slow and even more menacing look. I bit my lips down to stop the gasp that threatened to drop from my mouth. He hardly smiled, he usually walked about with that poster image of a gentleman who didn’t laugh or even smile and I hated that man, I hated him but now he was smiling and looking like devil’s right hand man. I wasn’t screwed, not yet. “I haven’t said anything yet.” He answered shortly and I wanted to argue and maybe even lose my temper, but I knew it would make me look insanely stupid. He was consciously trying to get a rise out of me and it was working.