Batman Smirk Mga Nobela at Kwento

He smirked. " We'll see about that "

My lips turned to the left in a sinister smirk. ★★… ★★

Then he leans back onto the dark wood headrest of an unreasonable large bed, smirking like a boy who’s just discovered a new toy. “Please tell me I haven’t interrupted a ritual sacrifice,” he says, very calmly. “It’s skincare,” I snap, clutching the front of my tee, just to remember I’m actually braless. “It clears pores,” I over-explain. “No judgment,” he says, “It’s sweet that you’re prepping for me. I just wasn’t expecting Batman’s sexier cousin.” I narrow my eyes, which only makes the mask crinkle. “You’re lucky I signed that NDA.”

But he asked with a deep and raspy voice, and his eyes held such hunger that made me want to be his meal; a meal he could spend hours after hours devouring. …so I shook my head. “No.” And he gave me his hot menacing smirk as he spreads my legs apart. The smirk... I didn't need a translator to know it means ‘I’m gonna wreck you, and you know it.’

I'm met with a smirk. He knows.

What the fuck? Then, agonizingly slow, that lazy, devastatingly confident smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. He shifts his gaze from my white-knuckled grip on the blanket straight back into my eyes, and the electric gravity between us burns hotter than ever. The smirk on his face stretches into a full, devastatingly handsome grin. He leans back against my pillows, crossing his massive arms over his chest, looking entirely too pleased with himself. ”Wow…” Aiden draws out the word, his deep voice dripping with pure amusement.

They make them sit on her squatting position her hand behind her torso, she was looking feeble, vulnerable, as if she wasn't fed for days. She had dark circles. "ona tebe nravilas'" (This one is for you) he smirks, making my blood boil from inside. I don't get Russian but his constant smirks are making me sick. My translator translates his offer, and without wasting a second I pull my trigger right into his head. His smirk dies, as my bullet goes straight to his fucking head, now it's my time to smirk. For a second his men were dead shocked, their capo was dead obviously, but this is the least I could care for.

He just looked at me with that calm, infuriating smirk, like he was still in control even when I had his life in my hands. My grip tightened. Why wasn’t he afraid? “Pretty doll,” he murmured, folding his arms leisurely behind his head like he was watching a circus show. “What do you think you’re doing?” That smirk, I wanted to rip it off his face. “Wipe that stupid grin off your face,” I snapped, trying to sound fierce, but I wasn’t sure it worked. “Why should I?” he drawled, tone rich with mockery. “You’re entertaining me with your little display of sheer foolishness.”

"Oh, come on." "I'm serious." "So what are you now? Batman?" "Better." "Superman?" "Worse." "Iron Man?" "Closer." I looked toward Damiano, expecting him to laugh along with me, but instead he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and gave me a small nod. "He's telling the truth." My smile slowly faded. "Wait." "Yes, it's what you're thinking, Jax." "You're serious?" "Unfortunately." "What do you mean unfortunately?"

A slow, dark smirk played on his lips. "What do you think?"