Novel & Cerita Psychopath Smirk

Instead, he looked straight at me and smirked. That was what did it. It was not the scene, or the stranger, or the unpleasant situation I had walked into. It was that damn smirk. It was slow, deliberate, and fucking cruel. It was that smirk that told me he did this on purpose. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I snapped, my voice echoing too loud in the room. Stephen’s lips curved wider, like he was enjoying every second of this. “Relax,” he said easily. “You’re home early.”

My wolf growled threateningly at him, causing him to look up at me with that same stupid smirk. “Is this guy an idiot or what? Does he want to die at my hands tonight?” I thought within me as I weighed his reactions. I grit my teeth in anger, clenching my jaw tight as the dumb smirk remains plastered on his face. I want to smack it off with a punch while kicking him so hard until he goes unconscious. He doesn’t change his disposition, even with all the anger and fury on my face.

I wanted to take a turn and walk towards him so I could play with his chest hairs or try to lick each of his tattoos off… or maybe everything at once… But I stopped drooling when I discovered that he had a fat burning scented candle in his right hand, with some of its hot now-dried wax on me and… was he smiling? The psychopath was smiling like a fucking maniac but I was right, heat was arousing, and those gray eyes never failed to excite me with a simple gaze but I doubt there was anything even simple about him—not with what I’ve heard so far.

he said, his voice low and taunting, like he already knew he’d won. “You’re just a psychopath,” I snapped, sliding off the table, my body still trembling from what just happened. My nipples soo hardened within my dress. He smiled, slow and dangerous, like he enjoyed the sound of my voice. He walked toward the door, stopping right in front of my parents’ pictures. He blew them a kiss, mockery written all over his face, then turned back to me with that same cruel smirk. “Someone dared me to do this.”

The man emotionlessly says. I couldn't tell if he was serious or joking due to his emotionless face that seems to be incapable of only portraying humor. I curiously stared at him, and he stared back, none of us wanting to lose the staring contest, until I finally said “You look like a psychopath” I blunted. It came out of my mouth so fast that I didn’t get the chance to stop it. I expected him to get offended but the smirk that slowly started shaping on his face felt like a victory for me. He took a step forward and I stood my ground.

I thought and smiled a painful smile. “Your face looks nice though, you look more like a god of war or should I say… a true psychopath-” I smirked, then continued, “just laugh like a hyena and then you'll fit the description.” Ash scoffed, but I could tell how angry he felt. The rage was building up and that was to my advantage. Rage left one powerless and hopeless. “Maybe I should do that to your pretty face too.” I laughed while my hands worked hard to free itself.

I feigned ignorance that it was not a good comeback, but my eyebrows shot up in annoyance and my lips tried to choke back a more sarcastic reply, “You sounded like a serial killer there, bud. You need to pace yourself when you meet the ladies." “What? No.” He rubbed his chin and looked me straight in the eyes. “I only kill girls with my smile.” Here we go. “And you can’t go around calling people psychopathic killers.” I stopped myself from gagging at that. “You definitely seem like one of those men I hear about on the late-night news."

My eyes fluttered open just enough to see him. The waiter was a smug, charming psychopath with that same fake smile plastered on his face. His voice dripped with sweetness, but I could hear the venom beneath it. I hated him, I wanted him to suffer, if I had my way, I would hunt him, capture him, and put him through more pain than he has put me through. I would amputate one or two of his limbs so that he does not go and do something like this to any other person.

but he doesn't fucking stop talking, yes he was that wicked "And if you keep pissing me off, just remember I know how to hide a dead body" He finishes his fucking sentence, and pats my cheek with his cold hands, and it made my breath shakes, but...but I don't let him win, and I don't freaking want to give him satisfaction, pleasure, and make him smile wider, so I parted my already champ lips, and said the roght thing that popped into my head "Tell me, is being a fucking psychopath something you like, or something you do?" I asked him with a mixture of fear, anger and frustration in my voice, hoping it would make the damn smile disappear, but damnit, he only chuckled out as if to tell me that

“Tell me… Did you enjoy the show?” He didn’t answer, his silence was frustrating. “No?” I pressed, the smirk on my face growing even as my heart raced. “Or maybe you were just too stunned to admit you liked it.” His lips curved into a cruel smirk, a spark of amusement lighting up his eyes. “No, Aria. I was too stunned to realize I have a real psychopath with a very dirty mind under my roof.” I should’ve been ashamed. Maybe I was, deep down. But his words only fueled the fire simmering inside me.