What Does An Upside Down Smile Mean Novels & Stories

09 | M I C H E L L E ' S T R A U M A *** A smile is one of the millions of things in this world that is mysterious. A smile is a symbol of happiness, and at the same time, it can also be a symbol of covering up sadness. People smile because they feel happy, but that smile can also look torturous. A perfect contradiction. It was this kind of smile that was now clearly visible on Michelle's lips seeing the calm face of her sister who was sleeping beside her. The chin is firm with a few fine hairs around it, the nose is sharp and seems very adonis. His regular breathing gives off a calm atmosphere.

I ask He hesitates for a while before he answers. "You're smiling..." "Ookaayy..." I drawls. "So?... I'm sure this is not my first time smiling– or laughing. I've done the act before so what's your point?" "Well, before... hmmm, you kinda had this strange way of smiling..." "Like a Hyena!?..." I interrupt with a raised brow. "Yes, like that!..." He eagerly says pointing at my face before he realizes my words and what he just did. "Oh, no, Alpha, I didn't mean like a hyena. I mean you have that exact smile on your face right now."

"Then what about this?" "That's exactly it. What does it mean?" She eyed him with a smile and asked, "Who said that to you?" His radar shot up, "Why? It's something bad, isn't it." "No. It means 'don't smile like that, it's cute." she shrugged. "I mean, you do have a cute smile." Dylan pushed his head back with a blink, losing all his fate in her sign knowledge at once. "You sure? You're sure it doesn't mean stupid?"

She raises her hands in mock surrender before mimicking zipping her mouth and throwing away the key. “And it wasn't him who initiated the kiss this time,” I continue with a shy smile. “It was me.” Lisa, the minx, lets out a whoop of laughter as she stumbles off the bed in a bud to avoid my flying fist while Rina just smiles really, really wide. Like a demented Cheshire cat. “Why are you smiling at me like that?” I ask warily. “Because I am happy for you,” she answers. “That is not a happy smile,” I retort. “that is a “I am planning on doing something really weird, but I have to pretend to be sane so that you don't figure it out and run” smile. What is it?”