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

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.

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.”

I let it. It is a smile. A real one. The kind that comes from somewhere deeper than politeness or performance, the kind that arrives unbidden and stays without asking permission. I cannot remember the last time I smiled like this. Possibly never. Certainly not in any context I would recognize as my own life. The smile stays. I let it stay. ---

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 looked up at her with a small frown, “I’m not a clown face, you creep.” “Yes you are,” she argued, “you’ve had a smile permanently glued to your face since you got back this morning and that definitely makes you one.” “You’re just fishing for gossip, we both know that,” I rolled my eyes at her. She didn’t deny my claim, in fact, she proceeded to prove it. “And so? I just happen to know that that wishful smile you walked in with is a sign of nothing other than peak sexual satisfaction, and I need to know the tea!” she clapped, her eyes practically popping out of her head and filled with curiosity.

Am I the one she is referring to? "Me?" I utter. "Yes you, stop smiling!" he hazed and dropped me in front of the condominium building. I come down as he ignores me, "Sir, thank you," I said and smiled and him, "I'll see you tom---" "Stop smiling!" he suddenly smiled and sighed. What's the problem 'non with my smile? I approached the lobby door of the condominium building and looked at myself. "What's her problem with my smile----ay!!" so, there was black dirt on my teeth from what I ate this lunch. I forgot to a toothbrush for thinking. It's embarrassing.

It filled the space between us like something physical, and for a moment I felt almost embarrassed. Then Ethan grinned. "There it is," he said. "I knew you had a real laugh in there somewhere." "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means your customer-service smile is excellent, top-tier, genuine, but it's not the same as this." He gestured at my face. "This one makes you look like you're actually enjoying yourself." I opened my mouth to respond, but he'd already spotted someone across the lobby. An older man in a navy suit, lost and trying not to look it. Ethan's hand landed on my shoulder, friendly and familiar, as he pointed past me.

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.

she said uneasily and I got my answer immediately "technically,but......I mean,I'm sorry okay?" "It's alright, really. See?"I take the ice from my face "I'm okay" She smiles for a moment. I watched, fascinated about how her doe eyes went into a line as she smiled,like a snail coiling back into its shell,her thick lashes overcasting her face. It was the sweetest smile I'd ever seen. And it happened right in front of me. I took a moment to watch her,to see her. Her bottom heeavy heart shaped lips are a bright shade of pink,soft and succulent. They moved in the most sensual way, revealing her perfectly white teeth.