Psychopath Smirk Novels & Stories

Laughing like the world belonged to him. A second girl—brunette, fake lashes thick as wings—sat on his lap,whispering something in his ear that made him grin like a shark. He was coked up, no doubt. His pupils were blown wide. His hands never stayed still. And beneath it all, that smugness. The kind of smug that only men who’ve done terrible things learn how to wear so casually. I moved closer and sat in a shadowed corner behind the bar watching him carefully.

Anything to keep from falling apart. When we finally pulled away, we were both panting. His lips were red. Mine stung. He smirked like a psychopath. “You wanna talk about our fucking boners from watching Jeremy jack off to your brother now?” I groaned, dropping my head back. “You’re sick.” “You’re worse. You liked it.”

I shouldn't let this guy feed on me, such a strange ecstasy that reminded me that I now belong to him and I can't do anything to change this When his fangs stop eliciting that sensation, I shift uncomfortably because I didn't want him to stop, he looks into my eyes, they sparkle as he is adorned by a smile that only a psychopath would have, yet, seeing that smile was so seductive to me as I admire the crimson color of his eyes

SAMANTHA'S POV... "Pick up the spoon, Samantha or you're gonna regret it..." His voice was dangerously low as he threatened me but I didn't give in to his threats... "Go....to ....hell!" I spat on his face hoping to spike him up but to my surprise he chuckled lightly as he wiped away the saliva on his face with his hand and actually brought it to his mouth, licking it off his fingers disgustingly.. 'He's a psychopath!' I couldn't help but scream in my head for help....

The low hum of distant dripping water echoed faintly against the cold stone walls, punctuating the oppressive silence. Kaiser’s eyes, usually a calm storm of control, now burned with a slow, simmering fury. They narrowed into sharp slits as the corners of his mouth curled upward, an infamous smile, thin and bone-deep, that sent an involuntary shudder rippling through the few souls who dared witness it. This was no ordinary smile; it was a predator’s grin, cold and merciless, a smile that had ended empires and shattered lives. It was the kind of smile that made even the bravest men falter, the kind that spoke of dark promises made in shadows.

I asked. He smirked, “At first I thought there is something going on between you two, but the way you helped me today I realized you hate him as much as I do,” he smiled again in a boyish way, and I could not understand whether he was being comical or was he a schizoid psychopath. But looking at the loathful expression on his face, I think it is the latter of the two. “I helped you? When did that happen?” I asked, my brows drawing in confusion.

That son of a bitch slapped me. I looked at him through the hair covering my face now and only now, just now, did I see the monster he actually was. His eyes were the perfect description of a sociopath's eyes, no feelings, no life, no…nothing. Emptiness overtaking them. The only thing visible he had was an even more crazier smirk than before.

Her innocence written all over her face but , she had a small smile on her face. A smile which was probably not real and spoke or could tell a long but painful sad past experience. But staring at the photo frame, he had a smug look on his face as he took a sip of the brownish liquid from the glass cup enjoying the way it burned through his throat. "Mr dante, I think you were right" Another man who looked more younger than dante said, he had a blue suit and a pair of pants on, what else could be noticeable was the deep red scar which ran from his green eyeball down to his lips giving him the look of a dangerous gangster.

Just how tall is this dude? I definitely needed to ask, but I will say about 6’4, no, he has to be slightly taller than that… probably 6’5. “Tell me, I am quite curious to know what you have on me.” He smirked. “That you are a psychopath—” I snapped and his eyes settled on my lips, making me wonder once again if I have something on there. “And it isn’t used as an insulting word; it is what you are. You are a sick man, a danger to the society.”

I feel instantly sick with the wave of change that happens so obviously. He closes down all hints of emotion and that blank face takes on an eerie smugness. He smirks, rubs his thumb deliberately and slowly over his lip where the bottom of my palm caught him and looks at me in the most wrathful way I have ever seen on any face in my whole life. Cold, sinister and calm. His calculating brain devising a plot to make me suffer. I swear that’s what I summarise in that expression.