Devious Smile Novels & Stories

My eyes widened in curiosity. His gave me a devious grin that revealed his deep-rooted dimples. His aristocratic look screamed, 'If perfection was a person.' All traces of anger was gone. It was a mocking, teasing, prank filled smile and at this point, I remembered even Lucifer was devilishly handsome.

I told him. Now he gave me a true smile - but the sort of smile a cat gives its prey when it decides to play with it for a little while before devouring it whole. The kind of wicked smile that probably got him between his fair share of women's legs - it would certainly have done all sorts of twisted things to my insides under different circumstances. And I realized I'd walked right into a trap.

I sat across from a guy named Devin, who smelled like woody, fresh spicy tobacco. His wolf energy wasn’t so overwhelming but his smile made me look away every second to make sure we weren’t the only people left in the cafe. “So, what do you do for fun?” he asked, leaning forward with lingering interest. I sipped my drink. “I punch things and make them turn red. Usually people.” He blinked with confusion. “Kidding,” I added with a tight smile. Kind of. He chuckled awkwardly. “You’re funny. You seem more like a girl with a sharp mouth than one who can wreck a jaw.”

He should keep me here for long; after all, no one would look for me. "You can't just scam those people and run her to the US thinking Karma would not meet you" Dee walked up to her. He bent to meet my gaze. No emotions, not like the other ones that might should when he wants to play or scare me. There was something about the dude that I want to understand; most especially, I would like to know if he really has a mental issue. The way he smiles. The way he caresses my face and places with my lips. The way he plays with my hair.

I can't breathe. A hidden platform beneath the stage slowly lifts her up, like a corpse rising from the dead. And when she sees me, she smiles. Shit. That smile. It’s not just any smile; it’s the kind that takes your breath away, leaving you frozen in place. Her lips curve upward in a way that feels both intimate and electrifying, like a secret only we share. It’s a smile that reaches her eyes, making them sparkle with a mischievous glint, as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

He flashed me a smile before letting go of my hands. Have the devil's truly changed? I asked myself in my head and stared at Robin whose lips were curled up in a smile and for a moment I noticed he was not smiling at me evilly, rather this was a genuine smile. What was his deal?

He stated with complete, utter seriousness. “You motherfucker! Go fuck yourself. I will leave. You just watch how. You son of a devil!” I grunted, taking his damn hard chest into my mouth and bit him hard. He groaned, pulling me back away from him. Nikolai’s hand grabbed my neck—not to tight, but enough to hold me in place. He forced me to look into his eyes and moved back, my back hitting the wall, and he pressed against me. “You’re a kinky fan?” He smiled—his eyes held that dangerous look.

Sonia smiled and touched his handsome face. "Although you seldom smile, I know what things make you smile." "Really?" He raised his thick eyebrows. "Tell me." "When you tease someone, you smile. When you play a trick on someone, you smile. When you make a fool of someone, you smile an evil smile. When you are unhappy, you sneer coldly with your mouth closed, and..." She trailed off and her eyelids flickered. When he looked at her like this, he smiled. His smile was real and very gentle.

Sonia smiled and touched his handsome face. "Although you seldom smile, I know what things make you smile." "Really?" He raised his thick eyebrows. "Tell me." "When you tease someone, you smile. When you play a trick on someone, you smile. When you make a fool of someone, you smile an evil smile. When you are unhappy, you sneer coldly with your mouth closed, and..." She trailed off and her eyelids flickered. When he looked at her like this, he smiled. His smile was real and very gentle.

Alaric's gaze had been fixed entirely on her. A low, unamused scoff slipped out of me as the image replayed in my mind. Alaric Voss. That man had been genuinely happy last night, not faking it like he usually did. As much as I hated him, I knew him well. He was a man—no, a devil who hid his true self behind the smile he’d perfected over the past two years. Whether he was angry, pleased or irritated, Alaric would simply smile, his eyes glistening with that infuriating amusement that always got under my skin.