Your Desired Smile Novels & Stories

Her indigo hair and matching indigo eyes, coupled with her bright smile made her beauty stand out. “ You're prettier when you smile,” I complimented, maybe she needed to hear this because she deserved a genuine compliment. One without bad intentions or strings * * * *

Send in a response if you are still interested. A big smile spreads on my lips, and I cover my mouth as a big squeal leaves me. My dream was finally coming true!

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?"

I clarified to her with a fake smile playing on my lips. Each time I stared at her face, all I wanted to do was scratch every inch of her face until she bled to death. The more she smiled at me and made it seem like she genuinely wanted the best for me made me even angrier and scratching her face till she bled to death wasn't even going to be satisfactory for me.

Especially since I have felt as if someone has been following me lately. “You will be surprised how many people are willing to tell me everything I want to know, just by smiling at them.” To prove his point, he flashed me a wide grin, showing his pearly white teeth. His smile wasn’t as impressive as Kierian’s, but it was still the kind of smile that I could believe he could get any girl to tell him what he wanted to know. I couldn’t deny that it was possible that maybe he wasn’t as bad as I thought he was. It could just be because of his smile though.

But before we sit, I see him. Heads turning. Eyes chaining onto him. Women — young, old, coupled, alone — devour him with their gaze. And he, with that charming shark smile, lets them stare. He’s fucking beautiful. And doesn’t hide it. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I say as our bodies settle into velvet chairs. “Enjoying what?” he asks. “Being the most desired man in the place.” He shrugs. Feigns modesty. But his eyes glint with soft danger.

I've become the person who learned to detach herself from her too good to be true imaginations, being brave enough to face the real-world situation. "Smile, Irene." While I was busy wiping the utilities, Harold spoke again. Even though I was starting to feel weird as to why he was making me smile, I just did what he told me to do. "You're more beautiful when you're always smiling." He looked at me. "Are you aware of that, Irene?" "Maybe everyone is capable of doing the same I’m doing though," I answered. "People tend to smile in distinct ways. It's easy to smile but what's hard to do... To smile genuinely."

Unlike him, ome hd ethics when it came to fight. Looked. He should take a look. He put both his foot down and assembled his face into ‘the smile’. The smile that made him affable, egoless and oh-so-approachable. His lack of ambition, there was a grain of truth to it, put people at ease. How could a guy with golden-brown locks for hair, baby blue eyes, a winning smile want anything other than a couthy exchange of words?

Her smile got him on nerves. Edric often saw men sending Irene home in the past, but he had never seen her with such a high-spirited smile. What on earth happened? Why was she so happy? "Irene, you look gorgeous when you smile. Remember to smile more often in the future!" Jordan stared at Irene's beautiful face and praised. This was Irene's true color. What he wanted was such a woman, beautiful, not just purely gullible. Thinking that he could face such a stunning smile every day in the future, Jordan was on cloud nine. "That depends on your performance. If I'm not happy, how can I smile?" Irene chuckled. "I will make you happy," Jordan promised.

“I want nothing more than to give you an heir and see you recognized as the Alpha you are.” Ansel’s eyes darkened with desire and something deeper—an unspoken fear. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a tender kiss that quickly deepened, their shared longing and love igniting the spark between them. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin, as if committing her to memory.