Psychopath Smirk Novels & Stories

Then slowly… very slowly… his grin became terrifying and it was not playful terrifying but actual terrifying. “Oh?” he murmured softly. “Now I definitely want to.” I instantly regretted speaking. “You are deeply unpleasant.” “And yet,” he said smugly, “you’re still standing here talking to me.” “Because you haven’t released me yet!” “Minor detail.” I exhaled sharply through my nose before finally managing to pry his hand off my waist. Success. Unfortunately the psychopath looked impressed instead of offended. “Strong little human,” he mused. “I like that.”

he flinched visibly as he understood how sinister and sadistic my smirk was. "my- I'm....." he tried to speak but I beat him to it, halting his words abruptly. "how about I make it happen again? and this time, I make y'all fuck yourselves while I watch? I'm sure you're gay as you barely ever fuck them hoes, hmm?" I uttered rigidly as my smirk grew more sadistic and devilish and I saw him stiffened in place as beads of sweat popped out of his head, face and hands.

How cruel could these people get? “There,” He laughed, covering his mouth with palm, “That’s the look I love to see on your face. You look so beautiful whenever you look like that, trust me.” Then like a psychopath, the smile vanished from his features. “Unfortunately for you, sweetheart. These rumors wouldn’t stop flying around until you accept to be mine. Say yes to me, c’mon, it’s not even a big deal.” He added. “It’s ridiculous that you think anyone would believe this crap!” I snapped at him, clenching my fist in anger.

His face contorted as he thrashed in a frenzy. "Let me go! Let go of me now, or I'll kill every single one of you!" The officers restraining him rushed forward, pale-faced. "Chief Turner, the perpetrator arrested in the south district case is a psychopath, and he looks exactly like you." The man howled with a twisted expression. "Let me go, or I'll slaughter you all!" At the sight of that face, my soul instinctively shuddered. It was as if grimy nails were digging into my flesh once more. Even though I was already dead, the taste of blood rose in my throat.

Even from this distance, I could see that infuriating smile on his face. He raised his glass in a mocking toast, the gesture dripping with sarcasm and dark amusement. That bastard. Before I could stop myself, I rolled down the window and flipped him off. His laugh carried down to the street, rich and genuinely amused. He brought the glass to his lips, still watching me, still smiling like he knew exactly what tonight was going to bring. Like he couldn't wait to watch me fail. "He a friend of yours now?" Turner raised a brow. "No, definitely not a friend, just neighbor." I rolled the window back up, my heart racing with anger and something else I didn't want to examine. "He's a psychopath who

Dmitri was a psychopath, and this was what he deserved after all. “I won’t lie. You’re in your best condition,” I mocked with a smug smirk. “What do you need?” His voice was hoarse, and a vein was bulging on his neck as if struggling to speak. “Why are you here?” He chuckled at my question and I lifted a brow. “I’ve done something bad,” he responded. “You’ve been doing something bad since then and this is the only time you get caught. Sucks to be you,” I insulted and I noticed his jaw clenching from anger.

If you were an outsider, you would think he was a pretty decent person, but in reality, he was a psychopath who instilled dominance with the tactic of fear, in essence, a coward. "Smile for your people," he lifted my head and used his fingers to spread my lips as if I were smiling. I was deeply ashamed and disgusted with myself; the pack was most probably disgusted with me, too. Here I am, parading through the town in heels and a tight dress with a madman instead of mourning for my husband.

I can't even explain how I am able to stamp my feet in the right places on these long stairs as my sight and attention are all banked on this ogre beside me, but I am thankful that I have yet missed a step. "Am I that irresistible?" He queries, slinking his filthy hand around my back to wrap my waist. Autom smirk! Him? Irresistible? Holy stinking shit! Even the devil must the cracking its ribs out of that absurd hoax. Even I had to genuinely smirk at that because, can you visualize it? This shit monkey face that has no contour nor anything meritoriously eye-catchy on it? Smirk again! I understand that he is at the edge of glee from whatever bet he won today. It's not usual for him so maybe h

"It's a party organized by bastards, but don't be depressed there, have fun." Did he want me to be depressed and have fun? I was amazed by him. This sentence was exactly for anger, but it was his voice that got in the way of my anger. I've heard that tone before... He used the same weird tone when he offered me soup at the stone house. That strange nervous tone that shows his embarrassment, unique to Edim Demiray . I gave him a strange, meaningless look; Experts said that murderers are usually psychopaths, and psychopaths are incapable of empathizing, but for a moment I seemed to see understanding in his dark eyes. He agreed to go to the party for me? Why?

“Don't worry about him. He will be killed by my men. In the most gruesome way ever.” “Do you remember here? This exact spot?” He asked, calm, collected. But sharp enough to involve memories I wished died that night. "When I ask a question, I expect an answer,” he said, turning back and flashing those his fiery red eyes. " Yes.” " Good,” and he nodded. Walking towards me with a smirk, displayed on his face widely. It made him look…like a psychopath. “You think you're so smart right? But you exchanged your brain for that prettiness on your face.