Psychopath Smirk Novels & Stories

, he asked, giving me a toothless smile. I kept quiet, almost grimacing, but knowing the change of attitude he would give to me if I suddenly misbehave, I decided to keep calm. "Baby girl?, Don't tell me you are keeping silence on me", I could feel the hardening of his tone, beneath the cool and smiley face. He's a psychopath, I gritted my teeth. "It's Sunday", I replied calmly, hiding the fact that I was fucking enraged. He threw his head back and began laughing hysterically, with his both hands thrown behind the couch.

The frustration in his voice as he said he wasn't a psychopath. “We have a clue,” I muttered. “I'm sure there'll be a way. Calm down.” I saw him pause before he ran his eyes over me, “you're saying a word to me now?” A small smirk crept into the side of his lips as he held gaze on my body. “Because I need you to stop yelling.” I rolled my eyes then shut them to avoid those eyes. They were beginning to turn ogle, filling with the same desires in them that night.

"You’re being weird. Even for a psychopath." I expected him to growl. I expected him to throw my hand off and roar about respect. But beneath my palm, I felt his cheekbones shift. My breath hitched. I could see the edges of his mouth—the cruel, hard line that usually dictated life and death—soften. It curved upward, slowly, into a genuine, soft smile. It wasn't a smirk of triumph or a cold grin of malice. It was… sweet. The most feared man in the country was smiling because I’d scolded him.

He replied and raced his fingers through the sides of my jaw. "You know, I can sense psychopaths around me." He said in a soft voice and moved his face even closer. "And you, you are a different type of psychopath." He continued. "My suspicions were wrong." I looked at his eyes and smirked. "I thought you were the person I saw earlier this morning, but when he moved this close to me, I realized you two are different people." I ridiculed. He smiled and moved away from me. "What a genius." He remarked and laughed so hard.

If he wanted to play dirty I was going to show him that I could too. He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth sinking his teeth into it. A smug, cynical smirk spread across his mangled up face. I cocked my head up at him, "Your face looks better than it did before. You should thank my hero!" I sarcastically beamed mustering one helluva fake smile.

It was a look that spoke of a man who revelled in pain, who found pleasure in the destruction of others. He paused, the spit sliding slowly down his cheek. His expression remained eerily calm, but his eyes held a dangerous glint, a twisted amusement that sent chills down my spine. With a slow, deliberate motion, he wiped his face, his smile never wavering. It was a smile devoid of warmth, cold and calculating, like a predator toying with its prey.

To be honest, he was quite good-looking, and he also looked young but the weird smirk that he had on his face made him look like the joker. As I thought of his resemblance to the fictional character, I had the sudden urge to burst into a peal of laughter and I did. I laughed so hard that I felt tears rolling down my cheeks as I stupidly pointed at the man whose smirk had dissipated. In place of the smirk, he now had an annoyed expression glued to his face. I came down from my crazy laughing bout as I cleaned my tears with my thumb, and directed a gaze at the man. "Care to enlighten me about the cause of your amusement?" He asked, his vexed countenance dissipating.

His face was deadly serious, and his eyes were dark but all of that lasted for a second in front of her gaze because as soon as she made eye contact with him, he passed her an eye smile, flexing his dimples. Instantly changing his expression. If he was a normal person, she would have thought the smile was extremely charming but all she saw was a psychotic smile. He had a sadistic and psychotic personality. "Since I'm in a good mood, I'll let that slide." He said and looked into her eyes. She looked away for a second before matching his gaze again and her terrified eyes kept doing it because she just couldn't look him in the eyes. Those orbs held the screams of those whom he killed mercilessl

He grabbed the mic and 'ordered' YES, ordered everyone to pay attention to him. 'What the fuck?' I hissed at him and tried to pull my hand away from his but that hulk didn't even give me a look and continued like I was not trying to shake off his hold like his touch was burning my skin with every passing second. A smirk was playing on his lips. An evil one. That kind of smirk that expresses that he knows what he is going to do next is gonna pull your soul out of your mouth. Yeah, That kind of smirk. That smirk gave me shivers right down to my spine and an unknown fear gripped my heart. I knew it! I knew it wasn't a good idea to come here. Fucking Hell.

I snapped at him, and he smirked at me, leaning forward afterward. "If you are curious to know what I will do to you, then try that again. Trust me, you will spend the rest of your life hating yourself for disobeying Connor Hughes. You will see the psychopathic side of me," He winked at me, picking his words one after the other maybe to tell me how much he meant them, and I could see the seriousness in his eyes as they bore into mine.