Ugly Smile Novels & Stories

I stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"

** “How long are you going to take?! Dressing nicely won’t make me like you anyway. You still look plain and ugly in that sweater — so unfitting.” Those insulting words greeted me as soon as I entered the car. All I could do was lower my head and fasten my seatbelt. Fredric turned slightly toward me. He sniffed the air. What now? Do I really smell that bad? “Ugh! You smell awful! Didn’t I give you your monthly allowance two days ago? Why didn’t you buy perfume?” “I’m wearing perfume, Mr. Fredric. It’s just the only one I can afford… I’m sorry, but I don’t think I smell as bad as you say.”

- I don't know when he came in, smiled and ruffled my messy hair. Laugh like that again. I hate bitterly hate this smile of yours. He knew well that in front of me there was no need to disguise, yet he deliberately put on that mask. Compared to his sad expression, his smile broke my heart even more, accusing me of not being able to give him enough sense of security or belonging, accusing me of having nothing to do with other people out there. other, all made him put on a funny disguise to deal with with all his might.

It reminded me of her own words as her own voice played inside my head. "When people smile a lot it doesn't mean they are happy but it means there is something wrong with them....Smile is plaster to the face that tries to remold life but when the plaster is put for long, it makes one forget that it isn't real. The world they are trying to find by ignoring the bad things but always smiling isn't real. So there is no such thing as perfection and always happy. That is what reality is....Not always happy and smiling......." "You are not real mom" i smiled bavk at her as a tear eased down my eyes.

His presence on the horse was discomforting anyway and he stinks, okay, that is a petty lie. I reminded myself of all the things he had done and smiled, it wasn't a sweet smile, it was a sinister smile that came with the resolution of having nothing to do with Orian despite him being my soul mate and I shall learn to say the word fuck more often and not think about it being a bad word so I can curse him out properly. I shoved the last pieces of strawberries in my mouth nodding to myself, it is a good resolution.

“ETHAAAAAAAAN!” He smiles. A soft, tiny, beautifully smug smile. And I know. I KNOW. I’m doomed. Completely. Utterly. Hopelessly doomed.

- she says cynically. - You are the most hateful and arrogant guy! Who do you think you are? He smiles, that smirk showing off his sultry dimple. - What are you laughing at, making fun of me? - I speak again. - I smile because that excites me more, your behavior, your attitude, makes me want you more, that beast that you are makes me hotter. You have achieved what no one else has been able to.

He bits them, swiftly surpressing the smile. I tilt my head to the sides. "Is that a smile I see, Desmond Smith?" "Why won't I, Monique Saints?" He finally let's the smile take over his face and damn this man is beautiful... You know when a man is too fine, handsome is strong even to describe him. "You're a natural entertainer..." Is he talking? Because I'm still trying to figure how he pulls off this smile that gives him a very hot and beautiful look. Smiling should be ab offence on Desmond Smith. I mean, he could literally just break hearts and end relationships with a single smile.

I was just focused on the book I was reading, pretending not to hear them. “Hey ugly,” one of them called out. “Hope you are not planning to show up tonight.” I pushed back my glasses that were falling off my nose and continued reading. One of them walked to my desk, grabbed my book and dropped it to the floor. “You don't ignore beauty like us.” She said, titling her head smugly. She continued “have you gotten a prom date? Oops, I forgot. Nobody will want an ugly duckling like you to be their date.”

I try to make her explain. " okay Ma'am " she says sarcastically which shows that she has not believed a word of what I have told her. " Believe me Noami, one thing I know, that guy can't fall for a person like me. Ugly , uneducated ..fashion less.. " I say with a bit if sadness in my tone.