Novel & Cerita Weird Smile

he smiles the same way he did before and this time the smile is even more wide. And now, his smile scares me the most. At first I have thought that he has a nice smile, his smile is alluring though it is just half smiled, though he smile rarely but after knowing the reasons of his smile, his smile scares me the most. I have seen him smile when he sees someone hurting. I have seen him smile when he is torturing someone and what’s the worst is I have seen him smile when he is hurting himself and he is doing the same now. I hate this. I hate it when he smiles like this.

A handsome devil and he knew it but he was a survivor and I loved it and I hated it at the same time. “What? What’s funny?” He broke the spell; I didn’t know I was smiling in the first place. “Nothing” “Your lips…they are doing that thing they do when you are happy” “It’s called a smile, Flames. I didn’t realize it’s a crime to smile” “Never said it was, Mia” The Mia came out a bit exaggerated from his end. “You don’t want me to speak, you don’t want me to smile, what do you want me to do?”

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AMARA'S POV This has to be a joke, a very expensive joke. Staring at this devil, I tried to smile. Well, it did t come out well because his gaze fixed on me for a while before he cleared his throat. He then moved around, Smiled; definitely not a normal one. From my point of view, I would say it's a smirk but at the same time, it's a smile. "Strip," he said again. This man has to be crazy.

I had always told myself that no woman could manipulate me, yet here I was, wishing that the gods would grant my wish and allow me to be with her more often. "I think so with that smile creeping on your face, it's damn dangerous knowing you don't fucking smile!" Steven grasped, shaking his head in disbelief. His words were tinged with a mix of amusement and incredulity as he observed the unexpected grin on his usually stoic friend's face. The sight was so out of character that it momentarily stunned Steven, prompting him to question whether he was imagining things. Yet, there it was a smile breaking through the typically serious demeanor, adding an intriguing layer to their interaction.

I promised them with a smile that almost made the three of them gape. I just walked right past them and they didn't do anything. They seem surprised because of the open "I'M NOT INTERESTED AT ALL" that I did to them in the worst way. A smile full of mischief is lingering on my lips. Yes, she gets on my nerves but I just know how to handle people like them. They are easy to manipulate those people who love to bark.

“ ‘It takes 43 muscles to frown and only 17 to smile’? That’s an urban myth that has already been debunked. The fact is, it takes 12 muscles to smile and only 11 to frown.” It’s been said that, on the rare occasion that she finds something hilarious, Ms. Perfect makes this sort of high-pitched and wheezing laugh without moving her lips. Kate imagines Imelda Marcos’s face pumped full of Botox, plus a sound like a squeaky toy being chewed by a dog. Fortunately, she hasn’t heard the laugh in person. So far.

“What is so good about smiling or having a cute smile. How ridiculous!” He groaned angrily. “Does she like him because he smiles cutely at her? Oh, I can do that too.” Staring at the mirror, he forced a smile. It felt so different, so he held his cheeks to make the smiling face. However, his smile wasn’t in any way cute, it looked scary and mean…

Make sure to dress nicely for our first ever dinner meeting. The smirking and kiss emoji after his text cringed me out so bad. Weirdo. What the hell is wrong with this man?

“You’re messing with me, aren’t you? I can never tell when you do that? Why don’t you smile or something?” Why don’t you smile. You wouldn’t believe the amount of times I’d heart this question. I gave him the answer I always did. “I don’t smile.” Simple and short. “But you do.” I looked at him. “Excuse me?” “You do smile. When you’re stepping on the skulls of your enemies. It’s a scary sort of smile.” I shrugged. “Guess that’s the only thing that brings me joy.”