The Man Who Smiled Book Novels & Stories

The smile was still there on his face. I still couldn't understand this man. How could he manage to smile even when he was not in a good state of mind? That smile wasn't fake. It was too real, too genuine. I couldn't stop myself from falling for him every single moment I found him with that innocent smile. "How do you manage to smile when-", I couldn't complete.

"Wrong age for what?" "To shop in this shop?" "What is wrong with that?" "It's kind of short and revealing." "And your problem is?" This man is a sin; when he smiles at me like this, there are so many things I want to do to him. It plays over and over in my mind to absolute frustration. But yet he smiles with ease. "It's going to be distracting." "What do you mean?" "How am I supposed to concentrate when you are going to walk around like that?" "Walk where?"

I replied calmly ,but this man wasn't going to let me be. I was with my Boss, I should not break my smile. The man took my hand into his and tried to kiss it and pulled away and his smile was still unwavering. What is wrong with this guy? He just wants to kiss my hand ,when I haven't met him before. I wiped my hand on my clothes and he saw it ,but still didn't leave me alone when I told him I wasn't interested. "I don't know who I am talking to ,because your beauty is blinding and I care for nothing more than to behold such a marvelous creation." He smiled.

" he said happily and went straight to the Cashier. The couple just walked around while Maria, she opened the wrapped Book. "Victor Luis Smith." He read the Author's name, and introduction of the book as he lined up approaching the cashier. "Her angel eyes touched my soul. Fino al nostro prossimo incontro" he read its second Page with a quote. It was also a big help that he had Retrograde Amensia anyway because all his bad memories, all the dirty and muddy accusations against him made him no longer worry about how low class he was then. He saw the couple happily sitting next to him and he laughed because they looked like children.

It was the last man who handed me his books and I did the entry in the system. "Thank you!" I gave him the receipt. "Thank you" He smiled at me. "You look really beautiful and natural" I smiled at him out of habit not realising that I literally smiled at the man and Rafael wouldn't like it. I took his warning lightly and thought that he wouldn't know that I had smiled at the random man in the library. I was so wrong! But it was just a random smile, it didn't mean anything. "Your smile is mesmerizing"

"Little guy, I hardly see you smile. Remember to smile more often in the future." Kevin... He sat up straight, all seriousness. "True men are supposed to be cool; they don't smile easily." His brother hardly ever smiled. And the men in the books he read were like that, too, always wearing a cold, stern expression and frequently muttering about "damn women." Very manly. Diana wore an expression of regret. "But you look really good when you smile, and you even have dimples. I quite like it." "Really?" Kevin immediately broke into an innocent grin.

She took the drink with a smile and takes a sip. He relaxed his hands in his pocket, and scoots closer to her, heaving a sigh. “Enjoying?” he asked. Her eyes follow his face. “I can’t say I am enjoying completely. But thanks for asking anyway.” “Why do you pretend to be fake when you aren’t? why smiling when you can’t smile from inside?”. “And who said I am not smiling from inside? You are wrong about it. I am not sad about anything. Not now anyway.” She drank the whole win in one sip.

It was a guy, and he was smiling creepy to me. His smile. I already saw it somewhere, it seems like there are bulb lights on my head when I remembered who this person was. That creepy man who kept on following us yesterday. The man who smiled at me. What will he do to me now?

I was not mentally ready for anything which dealt with babies and future plans with the way the rumors were going about the pack. “You will have to work on that miss jane,” he smiled. “Or else, you will be replaced. And we don’t want that to happen to you now would we?” The way he said that and smiled with the wrinkles on his eyes being genuine steeped me out. He was a psychopath. Who had a genuine smile and also said horrible things like this? I gulped thinking of the man in a cruel way. What if this was the way he used in killing off his victims?

Everyone but me. He paused once, near a derelict church, as if sensing me, his head turning just enough that I caught the gleam of his eyes under the flickering streetlamp. But it was the way he smiled—not like a man who’d caught sight of a tail, not like someone who felt threatened—but like a predator acknowledging another in its territory. The kind of smile that said, I see you. And I’m not afraid. That was the moment I knew. He wasn’t running.