Mischievous Grin Novels & Stories

Sabay kaming tumatawa and shet kinikilig ako dahil doon. This is not good. Those wrinkles around his eyes when he smiles are criminals! It's a crime to look good with wrinkles! And that crease just below his cheek muscle when his lips stretched. Argh! Why does he look so good? Don't laugh with me like that because... my heart likes it.

“Nakikiusap ka ba sa akin or nang-iinsulto?” He smiled—hindi iyong nang-aasar na smile at mas lalong hindi iyon smirk—and it made my heart go crazy and wild. Bahagyang umaliwalas din ang gwapo niyang mukha at natawa siya. “But I really think you’re a brat, though or am I wrong?”

He laughed again, soft, genuine, defeated, but somehow… happy. And while the oil sizzled and the aroma filled the air, he leaned back in his seat, shaking his head. “If you actually finish all of this,” he said, grinning, “I’m never teasing you again.” I smiled, lifting a pair of tongs. “Deal.” Nakangising tugon ko. Habang masayang-masaya akong nag-g-grill, natigilan ako nang bigla niyang abutin ang mukha ko, sabay hawi sa ilang hibla ng buhok ko.

At nang mag-angat ito ng tingin, sumalubong sa kanya ang matang parang may sariling paraan ng paglapit; nakakaakit, nakakabighani, nakakapaso. At doon niya lang napagtanto—kahit wala pa itong ginagawa… talo na naman siya sa sariling damdamin at kabilang bahagi ng kanyang isip. A mischievous grin curved on his lips, his earlier exhaustion completely wiped away—replaced with a fresh, almost glowing confidence, as if he was ready for another round of chaos just to get a reaction out of her. “You look so tense, babe. I’m not gonna bite you… unless you say yes,” he teased, giving her a slow, deliberate wink.

Tumikhim ako at nagkunwaring hindi apektado. "That won't happen, Ma'am." he said and smiled. Natigilan ako nang mapagtantong ngayon ko lang siya nakitang ngumiti ng ganito. Damn, his face brightened because of that smile. I already know he is hot when serious or devilishly handsome when being playful, but I think I like his smiling face more. It's warm and carefree. "Pa-fall." mahinang usal ko at kunwaring napaismid.

"Oo naman." He grinned. "I think... you're perfect."

His voice was laced with a hint of annoyance, and I could see the frustration simmering in his eyes. I chuckled, a mischievous glint in my eyes. “A date?” I teased, leaning closer to him. I loved pushing his buttons and watching him struggle to maintain his composure. He glared at me; his jaw clenched. “Seriously, Ms. Devin?” he muttered; his voice low. “Relax, Mr. Grumpy,” I said, my tone light. “Just a quick stop. We'll be back before you know it.” I tugged him towards the entrance of the building, but he stopped dead in his tracks.

I suck on it and casually look at him again. The corner of his mouth quirked up into a devious smile. He even put his thumb on his chin and uttered unceremoniously, "I want to lavish you! I can see through your shirt that you have a nice and perfect body. It was not like the body of a teenager at all."

"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. Pinakita ko ang ngiti ko. 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.