Devious Smile Novels & Stories

She couldn’t understand what she was feeling, she wanted him to want her but she was hesitant to let him charm her which she was finding to be very difficult everytime as she is charmed indeed. Sensing Mabel’s regard, Devlin turned his head and looked at her. He smiled at her which caused Mabel’s heart to go aflutter. Mabel returned his smile and brought her attention back to the discussion at hand. Her smile felt like a punch to Devlin’s guts. It was the first time she smiled at him and it was a heady feeling. That will be his next mission, to make her smile at him more or maybe even make her laugh. He heard her laugh in the Philippines and it was the most wonderful thing he has ever heard.

I swipe the lipstick across my mouth in one smooth stroke, meeting her eyes in the reflection of my compact mirror. "It’s like you’re.." "The devil?" I ask, snapping the mirror shut. "Maybe."

I informed him seriously. Alpha Devin smiled for the first time and chuckled softly, “You’re a force of nature, Sophia. You’re like the little sister I never had.” He smiled at me with soft eyes and my heart melted, how was I supposed to stay mad at him when he said things like that? “This is so unfair, I was supposed to stay mad at you.” I glared playfully, but I couldn't stop the smile from forming on my face. “What can I say, I had to pull out all the stops to make you smile again.” He shrugged with a lopsided smirk.

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.

"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..." Hazel trailed off and her eyelids flickered. When he looked at her like this, he smiled. His smile was real and very gentle.

Like watching in front of some N*****x thriller but I'm not in front of the TV—I'm the dumb protagonist doing all the wrong things and people are screaming at the TV. I hear myself saying before I can stop it: "What's the catch?" His smile seeps onto his face slow, reptilian. Not joy. No. Amusement, maybe. That kind of pleasure you feel when someone walks into a trap you've set with precise precision. "No catch," he growls. "You stay married. You smile. You play the part of a devoted wife. In return, you receive—well. Let's just say… a fortune." His fingers lace together as he reclines, still watching me like I'm a prey he’s already devoured.

They all want my downfall, and they are not hiding it. At the other end of the hall, catch Devin's eye. He is grinning widely, obviously thrilled that I'm about to be exposed- probably as a fraud. The bastard now has balls. A few days ago, he was the one shaking like a live on my stronghold. “Good luck,” he mouths at me, then he proceeds to grin from ear to ear “ I will kill you …” I mouth back at him, making a horizontal slashing sign with my thumb from one corner of my neck to another

Their love would find a way to overcome all obstacles. For now, this was more than enough. THE END. ******** DEVIANCE finally comes to an end and I am so happy at how everything turned out. Thank you to those who read my book, commented and made me smile, voted, and recommend my book to friends. Thanks to all silent readers out there. You are appreciated.

The Tired One wheezes harder, but the devil just smiles— a slow, dangerous curve of lips and lashes. It’s not a real smile. It’s a well-practiced imitation. Like a shark pretending to be docile. “My eyes aren’t pink,” he says softly. “They’re lilac.” “Lilac looks like pink,” I eye him in suspicion. “That excuse is not going to fool anyone, Satan.” I lean closer to him for scientific confirmation. Big mistake. Up close, he’s too pretty—like, ‘What deity sculpted you and why?’ kind of pretty. I can see every perfect line of his face and it’s doing terrible things to my heart.

"One we'll both enjoy. Underneath me, over me, in the back seat of my car." I felt my stomach tumble. Growling, I reached for the dagger tucked into my belt, slashing it toward him. He leaped away, narrowly missing getting sliced. Instead of looking furious though, there was a gleam in his eyes, heat and laughter. The bastard looked like he was enjoying himself far too much. "Now, agent Torres, aren't you supposed to be nice to the guests?" "Why don't you come closer so I can show you how fucking nice I can be?" I flashed him a smile that was all teeth.