The Man Who Smiled Book Novels & Stories

It was low and menacing sounding. "Me? Help you? On what grounds are you asking me? You actually have the audacity to come into my buisness and ask me to help you? Do you remember the last time you backed me into a corner?" Although he was still smiling, his words sent a chill down my back. You could actually see that this man was mad. A normal human being didn't just smile like that, and still be seethingly angry.

He didn't react,didn't even look back,my pulse began to pick up because I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't random. He wasn't inspecting the room,he was inspecting people one by one,Slowly,Carefully,then he stopped right in front of me,every muscle in my body was locked. The man looked down at a paper in his hand. Then back at me,his eyes narrowed slightly not in confusion,recognition. The same thing I'd seen on the stranger's face at the diner. My heartbeat stumbled. The man studied me for several long seconds. Then he smiled. It wasn't a friendly smile.It wasn't cruel either,it was the kind of smile someone gives when they've finally found something they were looking for.

He asked breathlessly trying to take his eyes of me. "Umm. Isn't there a saying that "The real man smiles even in trouble,gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection? Maybe sometimes we just need to smile to clear one's mind.." I said euthusitically, still fighting against his gaze. He remained silent for a while as his mode changed immediately, whaaat!! Have I said something wrong.?? He turned his back against me. "Really? What about some painful memories that can never been erased?"

“I'm serious! If you take a step closer, he will be dead.” “Alpha… I, we didn't expect her to escape…” the man said respectively, ignoring the fact that I didn't just threaten them. Wait, Alpha? My eyes flew to the man in question, and my heart stopped. My brows creased at the sight of him smiling down at me. Due to our proximity, I could not help but notice that this person possessed a rare, exotic, and heart stopping beautiful smile.

He had a nice suit and a confident smile. "Mind if I join you?" he asked with a charming smile. I turned my head to look at him, my eyes cool and distant. "Sure, but don't expect much. I'm not in the mood for small talk." The man leaned in closer, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "Who needs small talk when we can have a more... fulfilling conversation?" I arched an eyebrow, and a smile tugged at my lips. "You think you can fulfill me?"

Behind those bright warm smiles of him hides a beast. "I am doing fine, thank you, what brings you here?" I asked, using my calm voice. He walked and looked around the library while smiling. "I've been worried about you," he said and looked at me sadly. "How can he smile and look someone worried? How can he act like that? I am foolish for believing this act for years," I thought. I didn't know that I smirked at his words, that the old man looked at me with a surprised look. "Oh, forgive me, I remembered something funny," I said and calmed myself.

Why did these things keep happening to me? Where the hell was Scar? “He is not coming to save you today” the man spoke to me, revealing a set of pearly teeth and he had a smile on his face, against his red eyes. The smile sent shivers down my spine . “We can make it worth your while”.

He had one eye and a slash mark running over the part of his face where an eye was supposed to be. A smile that looked entirely too pleased to see me. Wonderful. Exactly the sort of person I expected to find running this place. "What can I get for you, miss?" he asked cheerfully. His voice sounded surprisingly normal. I walked toward the counter. "I need a book." The old man chuckled. "You're in luck." He spread both arms dramatically. "I happen to have several." I stared at him. He stared back. Then his grin widened. "Which particular book are you looking for?"

These two hours have been the best I’ve spent in years, she’s been smiling so much lately it melts my heart, I gave her that smile, it belongs to me, she belongs to me. We are still laughing about an odd couple Lizzy encountered in her shop last week, when a man with golden blonde hair and a smug smile approaches us, when Lizzy’s eyes fall on the stranger, she stiffens in my arms and her face goes pale. If it was possible the man’s smile widens and he stops right in front of us, “what a lovely surprise Lizzy darling” he drawls and I am about to kill this motherfucker with my bare hands.

Mr Dante. I smiled awkwardly at everyone and followed Mr. Dante. We had not walked a long distance before someone called out his name. “Dante”. I noticed the man didn’t use any prefix. I arched my eyebrow. Who was he to him? Dante smiled and turned towards the man. He smiled! Ha! This smiles! Good heavens. I didn’t know he had it in him to smile. He had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. The kind that made your chest flutter.