Your Smile Is A Trap Novels & Stories

A smile that promised nothing safe. A smile that promised trouble.

“ETHAAAAAAAAN!” He smiles. A soft, tiny, beautifully smug smile. And I know. I KNOW. I’m doomed. Completely. Utterly. Hopelessly doomed.

Letta said, making Marco just stare at her with a serious look. "No, I'm just telling the truth, because [ still keep thinking about you. It feels like I want to stay in the dream, rather than having to wake up again. For me, it's worth it, as long as I can be with you and see you smile happily," Marco said, making Letta fall silent, as Marco felt like he had never seen Letta smile genuinely since they met again, except when with Freya, and even then it was as if he saw Freya's happiness. Only then did she smile. Marco still hadn't seen Letta's own happiness for herself.

for the night escaped just like that? I chuckled. I'd seen men pull this trick too many times—they were just playing hard to get. Still, I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed that such a cute guy had escaped my clutches.

We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and mind you it was the most beautiful voice I've heard, even in her scared state....she started blabbing about how she doesn't taste sweet or how the gods won't accept her flesh, the most funny one was her sayings no one will buy her organs as they won't work without her, she thought we were carnivores, she must have really been scared, my parents and sister fell into a fit of laughter but I just managed a smile, the soul must have been scared and I was the one

I blink a few times to make sure I'm not imagining things. “You are smiling,” I say, immediately regretting it as his expression hardens. “Was smiling.” “Yeah, you stopped.” “You pointed it out.” I pause for a moment. “Maybe if you smiled more often, people wouldn’t point it out.” As soon as I say this, I regret it. Tristan becomes still. “People? People pay attention to my face now?” My cheeks turn crimson. “No.” “You clearly do.” “I don’t.” “You just announced my smile to the room.”

“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.”

“Smile for me.” I looked at him, confused. “Smile,” he repeated. “A genuine, happy smile. Like you’re pleased to be here.” My stomach turned. I couldn’t. I couldn’t smile at this monster who’d bought me like property, who kept women as dolls, who was systematically breaking me down. “Smile, Elara.” I tried. I forced my lips to turn up at the corners, but it felt grotesque. Wrong. And it definitely wasn’t convincing.

His smirk only grew as he realised what she was doing. "You're smiling, you know what you're doing," Travis said, understanding that she was immitating his strategy. The CCTVs recorded only video, so if he was saying the worst things to the other person with a wide smile on his face, no one would know by just watching the footage. She was copying just that. "You are actually smart, what a surprise!"

He leaned in closer and whispered, “Smile.” She shut her eyes tightly, biting down on her lip. Slowly and painfully, her mouth curved upward into a forced smile. The screaming flowers went silent. She opened her eyes horrified and whispered, “No.” Her father's voice dripped with manipulation. “Yes. Even false smiles hold power. The world doesn’t care if you’re hurting inside; it only wants to see your teeth.” She stumbled backward, clutching her chest while her lips quivered against their will, trying not to frown—the smile felt like it was locked in place.