Devious Smile Novels & Stories

I was admiring the scenery when all of a sudden, my face blanked. I saw an unpleasant figure in the distance. He was wearing a black suit and spotted a smile on his face. His smile looked lewd and sinister to me. I glared at him with hate. I hated him deep to the bones and always wished that he would just topple down and die. "What? You are not comfortable seeing your lover, hmm?" Devon said. He was wearing a cold smile. Today he was in a clean black suit, a bit loose, but did nothing to hide his masculine charm.

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?"

” He pressed a tight smile on his dry lips, “but still I didn’t kill any of them.” Sarah’s jerked as she heard the smile in his voice. Her eyes fired into his. “You dare smile?!” Devlin blinked. The fury which she had in her eyes when they first met was back. Anger leapt in her veins as she confronted him. “You are smiling in this situation. You are smiling when- when,” she grinded her teeth, “ when you put a gun at me!”

It was different from all the smiles she had shown Rose in the past. That smile was unrestrained, evil, and triumphant… Like a demon from the depths of hell, shedding its human mask and revealing its true nature at last.

I followed his command and smile on the mirror. "One," he start counting. "Two," I'm trying hard to not exaggerate my smile. "I love you." But before he could capture my smile, I parted my lips and look at him. Then I heard a scattered sound of his camera. His smile is so genuine to the point that it's reflecting in his eyes. "What did you say?" I query almost a whisper. The smile never leave on his face. "Did you sa- "This is cute!" He showed me the photo.

“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.

'' ''Okay, alright, I'm sorry. ''Ugh.'' ''Hey, listen I would have to agree. I mean she seems a bit fishy.'' '' How would know--" ''- Oh, I know enough,'' she smiled devilishly. ''What do you mean by that? Why are you smirking like that, it's freaking me out.'' ''Let's just say I peeped a little something, something.'' ''Peeped?''

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing his pale skin. The smile on his face should be termed illegal. It was not the smile you offer to your friends or siblings. It was not the smile you offer to kids you meet on the road while running. The smile was alluring. One side of his lips were curled up, imitating a smirk but it wasn't even a smirk. It was Silas Kingsley's way of tempting a certain woman, who happened to be me, by his smile. And it was damn working. "The designs, Mr. Kingsley." I said, my voice shaky, and he tilted his face, scratching his chin.

Looking at the screen, a devious smirk made its way onto his face. Giving him a confused look, I sat still with the dominant man's length stretching me

I don't have friends - I am not sure if that is something that I should be proud of. Well, it's not like I don't try to approach my classmates or try to interact. It’s just that I have a weird smile. No, it's not the type of smile that involves weird and rotten teeth - I have perfectly white and straight teeth. You see, my smile is fatal and dangerous. Just one look at these weapons and even the ferocious growl of a mountain lion would seem harmless. If this were a comic, I would call this attack: The Killer Smile.