Devious Smile Novels & Stories

Devin, as always, stood near the window, one hand resting on the ledge, the other tracing invisible patterns in the air, as if calculating every possible threat. “Lazarus isn’t done with us,” Devin finally said, voice low, measured. “And neither is his organization. He’s testing boundaries, probing weaknesses. That Smiling Man was just the beginning.” Sang-woo’s eyes narrowed. “If he keeps sending foot soldiers, he’ll learn quickly that we’re not easy prey.” “You don’t get it,” Devin replied sharply, turning to him. “He’s watching us. He knows the moves we’ll make before we make them. And now, after last night, he knows how we operate together.”

"You think you're funny, Debbie? You think it's funny to come in here and disrupt everyone's study session?" Debbie's face transformed, her mask slipping to reveal her true emotions. "The only question that interests me is the first one," she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. She paused, feigning deep thought, tapping her chin. "Who do I think I am?" She let out a cruel, mocking laugh, her friends echoing her like puppets on strings. "Isn't that an interesting question, girls?"

She didn't hesitate to swipe right and walked toward the exit. I watched the dancers and gently placed the cup on the table. One woman caught my attention, she wore a colourful mask, she danced near the DJ, her hands brushing his shoulders as she twerked on stage. “Wow, that's impressive.” My hands slightly covered my mouth. The bartender handed me another drink. “That's Lily,” he said. “You know her?” He nodded. “She is a popular dancer, she never shows her face.” I turned to watch her move. She turned back to the crowd. I saw a tattoo on her waist. It was a specific design.

A behavior she had learned right from when she was in an orphanage before getting adopted. They'd normally instruct them to be on their best smiles to attract people to adopt them, and just like how she had heard, her real smile was cringe, so she had tried to fit in with a fake smile that everyone suddenly loved and made them believe that was a pure smile. Except Scarlett who knew her well enough. "Hello, Mrs. Ursula," Abigail called seeing the woman already finished making a phone call. "It's nice to meet you again." "Surprisingly, I never let anyone come in if we're not too close. You're lucky I must say." Ursula said instead as she had her seat. "Take a seat." She said in an order, and A

“Wow. That’s so cheesy, Mara.” Mara smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, just wait. Maybe someday, you’ll be passing down the name ‘Maru’ to your own son.”

"I already told you about this and I’ll say it again. Don't smile...Just, don't." "Why?" "It doesn't suit you, your character. I mean, to put it bluntly, you look like a shark when you smile." I flashed him a small smile. My cute, adorable smile. It's really true! There's really nothing wrong with his smile, it's just that he doesn't know how to control his facial muscles. When smiling, he really looked like a shark with those strong sets of pearly white teeth as his whole gums also showed. And adding with his blank eyes, the smile he makes looks like a constipated shark, no, more like an evil scheming shark.

"But so are you for coming to me with this plan." "I was desperate." "You were brave." His pinky finger brushed against mine so lightly I might have imagined it. "Most people would have run or accepted their fate. You walked into the lion's den and made a deal with the devil." "You're not the devil." "No. But I'm definitely his son." The corner of his mouth lifted. "Get some sleep Isabella. Tomorrow we start planning Vittorio's destruction." "Just like that?" "Just like that." His hand moved away and he rolled onto his side facing away from me. "And Isabella?"

s is perfectly straight. “Oh, I should have known you’d find a physical flaw in me that perfect Devin, my identical twin doesn’t share.” "It’s not a flaw, necessarily. Some people might find a slightly crooked smile to be attractive,” I told him honestly. "Do you find it attractive?” He grinned at me. "There it is now.” I pointed at his mouth, trying to avoid answering his question. He took my silence, as an affirmation and started chanting and dancing around the room, “Kylie thinks my crooked smile is hot...Hot.” The last word was whispered in extremely close proximity to my ear, and it sent a chill down my spine.

I say not saying the work, he's a jerk, but I can't say the word right away. "He's cold-hearted, but he's not that bad, you'll get used to him, he's great in training, you were sent to us weren't you!" he says with the same smile again, it's a really fake smile, I hate it. "Yeah," I answer him, as he talked, he tried to get closer to me, while I tried to move away until I gave up. "I think I'm going to rest for a bit, I've driven through the night," I say going toward my miniature room.

Don't show even a flicker of uncertainty. Instead, I smile. The smile of a predator who's just spotted wounded prey. The smile of someone who knows exactly how this game will end.