Anya Smirk Face Novels & Stories

Burying the bitterness I felt, I smirked and said with feigned indifference, "The machetes got rusty, and some people ended up being trash. You were right. When it's time to get rid of something, I should just do it. Don't apologize, Michael. You should be congratulating me instead." The salty sea breeze was a little chilly, but Michael's gaze was unmistakably fiery as he looked at me. We stood there in silence for some time before a knowing smirk formed on his face. "Congratulations are indeed in order. Congratulations to you for ridding yourself of your depressing past and stepping into the next stage of your life. I should be congratulated as well." Confused, I turned to him and asked, "W

If he wanted to play dirty I was going to show him that I could too. He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth sinking his teeth into it. A smug, cynical smirk spread across his mangled up face. I cocked my head up at him, "Your face looks better than it did before. You should thank my hero!" I sarcastically beamed mustering one helluva fake smile.

I tilted my chin up, a tiny, challenging smile playing at the corner of my lips. "What's the matter, Damon?" I asked, my voice dropping into a smooth, provocative tone. "Do I have something on my face?" Damon’s sharp lips twitched, and he smirked down at me in that familiar, devastatingly handsome manner. "No, kiddo. You don't have a single thing on your face." I smirked right back at him, my eyes locking onto his mouth with absolute, shameless intent. I leaned a fraction of an inch closer, letting myself right into his orbit.

To be honest, he was quite good-looking, and he also looked young but the weird smirk that he had on his face made him look like the joker. As I thought of his resemblance to the fictional character, I had the sudden urge to burst into a peal of laughter and I did. I laughed so hard that I felt tears rolling down my cheeks as I stupidly pointed at the man whose smirk had dissipated. In place of the smirk, he now had an annoyed expression glued to his face. I came down from my crazy laughing bout as I cleaned my tears with my thumb, and directed a gaze at the man. "Care to enlighten me about the cause of your amusement?" He asked, his vexed countenance dissipating.

"Is that really you?" The woman smirked, her lips curled up in a sly manner as she watched their reactions. "Yes, it's me. I'm not sure what the surprise is about, but I'm happy to see that you're all familiar with me." She uttered, her tone was laced with sarcasm. Murmurs were heard amongst the executives, still finding it hard to believe their eyes —they did not even bother to conceal their facial expressions before her; this was really the miracle they never thought existed.

she moaned, mouth open wide, spittle dripping from her lip as she took a deep breath. "Well," she smirked, mouth still agape even as she smirked at you again, standing open almost like a well-fucked pussy. "How was that?" *********** You swallowed the drool that had been accumulating in your mouth, looking down at Sabrina as she smirked up at you. "Fucking amazing," you said, still panting a little to catch your breath after your orgasm had rolled through you. "Come here." You pulled her up and hugged her to you, kissing her cheek and then down the crook of her jaw, and then lower to her slender neck.

They are in front of the big planet, which is in a yellow and red combination, and the lighting reflection is straight into their faces. Their smiling faces look bright. Aaron lowers Samantha and makes her turn to him. She placed her two hands on his chest, and there was a smile on her lips and a sparkle in her eyes. "See, I caught you! Nothing is impossible for this Aaron Salvatore." He smirked. "Don't praise yourself!" She kicks her hand on his chest a little hard, and soon her expressions turn into another form. He catches her expression and bites his lips to control his laugh. "Mommy!" She grabbed her hand while rubbing her fist.

I’m trying to calm myself and just breathe. I catch Samantha out of the corner of my eye, talking rather closely to a man I can’t make out from here. When she breaks away I can’t help but notice the smile on her face. I wonder what that’s about. Samantha only ever gives the all-business face I know too well. I’m great at that face too. Sometimes Samantha will toss in a knowing smirk, like she’s three steps ahead of the rest of us, and that’s the scariest one of all.

My own included. I bobbed my head, eyes returning to Venner and his smirk. I hated smirkers. There was just something about the expression that drove me so close to the edge I could barely stand it. And while Quaid was an expert and Ram, my demon friend, could pull off a rather impressive show, Venner had centuries to polish his, elevating his smirk to sparkly shine. Oh how I would have loved to rub it in the dirt and see how much stuck. "Mom," I said, not even trying to play nice. "You do know who this is, don't you?"

She squares her shoulders, rolls her neck and waves me on; Sassy little wolf. She looks pissed as she gets into a fighting stance, I can’t help but smirk at the young girl. She would thrive in the underworld. She just lifts one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows at me, the same cheeky smirk that is on my face. This makes me laugh before I pull up my blue flame and throw it at her.