Batman Smirk Mga Nobela at Kwento

He says smugly. I braced myself up determined to wipe the smug look off his face. I reached out and grabbed the hem of the shirt, my fingers brushed over his warm skin, the smug look fell right off his face as he shuddered slightly. Now it was my turn to smirk. I slowly pulled the shirt off but that turned to be a bad idea because now his perfect body was right above me.

Little Bob answered with a smirk. -

“Fine. But no more distractions.” He smirked, his eyes still burning. “No promises.”

Marek stared at me for a long moment. Then, slowly, impossibly, he smirked. A real smirk. Not the ghost of one. Not the hint. A full smirk that curled the corner of his mouth and warmed his eyes. Elara clutched her chest dramatically. “He did it. She made the mountain smirk. Someone needs to paint this. Someone write a poem.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “I was not trying to be funny.” “I know,” he said. His voice was low. Warm. Too warm.

Meanwhile, I was trying to stay submerged up to my chin, praying a family of ducks would adopt me before my dignity flatlined. “Stop smirking,” I snapped. “I’m not smirking.” “You’re always smirking.” I jabbed a finger at him from under the water. “That’s your face. Permanent resting smirk.” He tilted his head, water dripping from his hair down his annoyingly perfect jawline. “And what’s yours? Permanent resting glare?” “Better than looking like an underwear ad reject,” I shot back. He actually chuckled. Low. Dangerous. The kind of sound that curled low in my stomach and made my wolf perk up like, Yes hello, can we have more of that noise please?

Lia smirked. “Am I?”

mumbled the first man, showing his cynical smirk. Soon, that cynical smirk changed to fearful, panicked and overwhelmed scream as soon as they tried to beat and defeat the young handsome man. By landing his deadly punches and kicks on the three villains’ some vital parts of their bodies, the young handsome man soon put the three villains underneath their loss and his victory. “So, can you already differentiate which one is superior and which ones are inferior among us?” hissed the young handsome man showing his taunting, insulting as well as cynical smirk. “Spare us some mercy… Spare us some mercy…” uttered the first man helplessly.

His smirk returned, slower this time. "Suck on it, dear sister.”