What Is The Smile Entity Novels & Stories

Captivated by her pure smile, he requested the man to employ the young lady because she had a beautiful and contagious smile. However, the person standing before him didn’t have as much as a figment of the smile that drew him to her. After suffering a mild stroke, the forty-five-year-old man had to travel outside the country, away from the prying eyes of his children and other stressful factors that could hinder his full recovery. Boss Vicker was able to sail through the sickness in an unknown land because his mind was filled with the beautiful smile of a young lady. Now, he returned and rushed over to Hidden Gem Entertainment, only for the reason for his smile to be completely downcast and

I smirk. ##########

(smiles) A. Gupta

He says forcing a smile. .

One of the most elderly rouge among them proclaimed and for once in a long while, I smiled. A pure and genuine smile that was void of pain, a smile that wasn't factitious or counterfeit. But just then, one of the rouge messengers came bursting in like someone that was bearing horrible news.

I finally reply a real smile on my lips this time. Why is everyone on edge? She seems nice.

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.

Then a warm smile works up to his face, as he calmly apologizes. "I am, so so sorry for his immature driving. We're sorry." He flashes a cute grin at us, at least it was cute at first. Before it slowly turned fake, his eyes squinting slightly, with his lips. Oh gods! What is happening to them? It twitched and curved upwards in an uneasy manner. Like the smile would kill him. He couldn't even hold the grin for long. "He is terrible at making a fake smile." I thought to myself. "I'm Daniel by the way. Daniel smith."

I smiled. The End

It was the least she could do after making him uncomfortable. “You don’t have to do that.” The bartender fled and she faced the man with the whiskey voice. His nose was wider than most but his eyes were striking with the long dark eyelashes. Beautiful, even. “Call it my version of an apology. My mood has nothing to do with you. I’ve been on edge all day.” He lifted his drink and took a sip. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” He put down his drink, ran his palm over his thigh then offered it to her. “I’m Smiley.”