Devilish Smile Novels & Stories

The evil glint in his eyes shook me to the core and the small smile playing at his lips, proved to me he was truly a devil in disguise. Why the fuck I said the truth?

“Smitten, aren’t you?” a disembodied but familiar voice asks. Devlin stands up slowly, brushing his wet hand angrily across his mouth. He hunches forward as if preparing for a fight and huffs as the voice bearer walks inside the bathroom. The man has a fresh scar across his nose and a corny, nefarious smile dancing on his pink and supple heart-shaped lips. His posture screams pride, arrogance and conceit, values heaven granted him at his birth.

, alpha Derek said these words and he was smiling. Alpha Derek was unpredictable, you would never know if he was angry or he wasn't, he always wore a devilish smile if he wanted to do something bad, but this time the smile was slightly different yet you still would not jump into conclusion, you wouldn't predict alpha Derek until you were a hundred per cent sure about what's going on in his mind, and that would only happen if he spills it out on purpose.

No less than the devil. I fidgeted with my fingers, head lowered and palms sweaty. His laugh turned darker and when he stopped, I noticed his smirk had widened into a grin. I was at a loss for words as I let my gaze wander to his face for a brief second. The fire of a devil's charm, a smile so wicked, caused my heart to stop. He leaned forward slightly, the grin not leaving his face. "Dealt with?" he repeated, almost mockingly. "I'm not interested in your empty words, Carlo. I want his head, or better, his tongue that seems to slip where it shouldn't have. Where is he?"

It looked really creepy. He raised a human hand. Seeing Ms. Anastasia, he gave a terrible smile that made all his teeth visible. His lips stretched unnaturally wide, revealing a row of yellowed teeth that looked like they hadn't been brushed in years. The corners of his mouth turned up in a sinister grin, and his eyes glinted with malice. It is a smile that sends shivers down the spines of those who see it, a smile that promises nothing but trouble and pain.

Laughter erupted in the background, and when he turned, he found a small child giggling mischievously, ready to throw another one. For a long second, Zayden didn’t move. Then—to utter shock— He smiled. Not a smirk. Not an amused chuckle. A genuine, flushed, post-dream, post-kiss smile that too in a day dream. —————

I warn him yet again, my hands busy turning me to Picasso with a contour brush to my face re-applying my smeared make up, I threaten him with a smile on my face as I practice the best version of my fake smiles to give to the audience when I leave this bathroom and head back out to the party. It really does feel like making a deal with the devil, the atmosphere becomes quiet and dingy, I can hear a pin drop at this point, the hairs on my arms and neck are as erect as if electric charges had passed through them or something. " Okay okay I hear you, just stop with the mention of death it's too gruesome for me," that is so ironic coming from the Devil himself. I honestly cannot picture the Devil

“I said, my eyes aren't pink”. The devil says smiling lightly, it’s a weird smile. His eyes curve closed and his mouth lifts lightly at the edges. It’s a clear imitation of a smile, not an actual smile. Scary bastard. “They're lilac-colored, and I'm not the devil”, he adds. “Lilac looks like pink so it definitely is pink”, the bastard thinks he can confuse me, I'm drunk, not stupid. Heh. —-

He's tone and the way he scrunched his face in disgust was way too funny. Once again giving out a sad yet genuine smile I said. "The Devil was also once an angle, wasn't he?"

It was he who should be consumed by remorse, haunted by the lives he had callously destroyed. A tense silence hung in the air. His eyes bore into mine, a sinister glint dancing within them. And then, as if conjured by some malevolent force, a small, devilish smile crept across his lips. It was a smile that sent shivers down my spine, a chilling prelude to the storm that was about to break.