The Man Who Smiled Book Novels & Stories

When he compared the two he froze and his eyes widened a little. “It matches!!!” he said in this quiet voice. “Really” “Yes. It’s the same pattern. Almost exact.” He sat up slowly and then did something that caught me off guard. He smiled. Not the usual small smile. This one was bright and warm and made him look younger. Almost like he dropped all the heavy things he carried every day. I just stared at him because I had never seen him smile like that. It made my chest feel full. “This might help us!” he said. “This book and my old library. We should go back. Maybe there is more there. Something that explains what this is.”

Copyright ©️ 2022 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions I turn slowly to see a grungy looking man, missing several teeth and smelling like he wouldn’t remember what a shower was if I asked about it. He leans forward, several strands of greasy, matted brown maybe black hair fall towards my face and I cringe, falling back out of the squatted position I was hiding in. “You look like a fine little treat for me and my friends, little dove.” he smiles menacingly at me. Well, I think it’s supposed to be a smile. There are too many teeth missing to be sure.

"And then he left." A man who smiled when he was expelled knew something you didn't. That smile was a message - not to Caius, not to Kael. But to me. We will meet again, that smile said. And next time I will not be asking.

A slow smile spread across the man’s face. Victory had never tasted sweeter.

I saw him smiling so I stupid threw the pillow on him . " hii ..hii you why are you smiling ? I am not weak ok and if you will try to do anything wrong with me na I will break your bones ." I said trying to be strong in front of him But listening to me like this the man smiled at my childish behaviour. He was not looking that much dangerous but I was an overthinker so that's why .

I know I was angry but this was the first time in my life I had ever hit a man. “I….I..did not mean to…I am sorry “ I apologized. His eyes found mine, I expected him to be angry or mad but instead he looked happy? He had a small smile at the corner of his lips as he stared at me. Was this man a psycho? Who the hell smiles after being slapped? “Are you okay?” I asked. Maybe I hit him harder than I thought and his brain was affected. “Do you know you are the only woman who has hit me?” He said, his smile getting wider and wider with each second that passed.

Caisen asked as soon as he sat down in his chair. "Yes," the man answered. The man handed the paper to Caisen, and he started to read it. The corner of Caisen’s lips curled up. It made the man who gave him the information flinch. He didn’t know if his eyes were tricking him, but he really did see Caisen smile. It makes shivers run down her spine. "That woman..." the man started, and then he trembled when the smile on Caisen’s lips disappeared and changed into a cold and ruthless stare. "No—nothing."

“You— She cusses out before swimming a little far, away from my reach. I chuckle but that smile swipes off my face when ice-cold water runs down my shoulder. “Oh shit!” I hear a panicked voice. Looking over my shoulder, I spot a man with four glasses of drinks, two of which are empty. “I'm sorry lady, meant no harm” He apologized right away. “Don't worry, accidents happen” I smile. “That's a one-in-a-billion smile you got there” He compliments. “I know how this ends. Typical ‘You should smile more” I say in a boring tone. “Nah, these men don't deserve such a privilege,” He says instead, taking me by surprise.

"Okayy. Not a crime. Else there’s more to it than–" "It's a man." "A man?" "The kind you read about in books. Has the perfect smile. Clean-cut. Polished. Polite. Has daughters." "Holy shit," Kingsley mutters. Yeah. Exactly.

At the corner of the street, right in front of the store that was there, a man stood there in a suit with a guitar in hand, and the corner of his mouth was raised in a smile. “He’s smiling.” I whispered, and Brent looked at me, frowning. I couldn’t tell he was until he asked me what I said and I looked away from the man reluctantly to him. “What did you say, May?” he asked me and I glanced at the man again. He had a woman in front of him, and was smiling at something she had said, but it reminded me of what I saw and had forgotten, something that had seemed so weird to me at the time, but I hadn’t thought much about it.