Psychotic Smirk Novels & Stories

a smirk? I have no idea what this is about, but the anger and sadness I saw in Killian's eyes were like a knife straight through my heart… Not only did he say he hates me, he even labeled me….a whore, a murderer. My hand shakes, my whole body trembles as I try to talk to him, but Chloe keeps butting in. Looking at her, she has a mischievous smirk and the twitch in her mouth tells me all that I need to know, something's off, somehow.

I can't speak anything right now, cause I'm doubting myself whether am I hallucinating or is he real. He is smirking , I can't decipher the reason behind his smirk. He is wearing a light blue shirt with a dark blue shade coat with an expensive watch, the watch is reflecting on his wrist illuminating some light. His posture radiates strong, Raw, masculine like he holds the power of this earth. He had some light beard with a little moustache with shard jaw line.. , the jaw line looking like a blade sharp enough to cut the throat of anyone's who messed him..! Why on earth I had to meet this man again. I was occupied by my tiny little assumptions about this man.

As if he was his enemy! “Open your eyes and watch them, psychiatrist. It’s real fun, don’t you think?” “You’re crazy!” I gritted out, disgusted by his statement. I looked in his direction and he looked wicked today. “Oh really? I didn’t know that?” And for the first time, I saw his lips stretching wide into a grin. I could not believe he enjoyed that. His grin was wicked and clearly psychotic.

A smug, wicked smirk curled at his lips as he towered over me, his cold, piercing eyes gleaming with amusement. I wasn’t hallucinating. I wasn’t saved. I was doomed.

He just looked at me with that calm, infuriating smirk, like he was still in control even when I had his life in my hands. My grip tightened. Why wasn’t he afraid? “Pretty doll,” he murmured, folding his arms leisurely behind his head like he was watching a circus show. “What do you think you’re doing?” That smirk, I wanted to rip it off his face. “Wipe that stupid grin off your face,” I snapped, trying to sound fierce, but I wasn’t sure it worked. “Why should I?” he drawled, tone rich with mockery. “You’re entertaining me with your little display of sheer foolishness.”

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.

He hung up the call before standing up from the floor, his eyes narrowed at the smiling face of the boy in the picture. Grabbing the knob of the knife that rested on the side table, he gave a lopsided smirk before raising a sharp tool darkening his eyes over the smiling boy, he hated that fucking smile and within a second the edge of knife was stabbed right ove the boy's lips in the picture killing his smile on the spot. Max's psychotic eyes loved the way he snatched that smile from him not only from the picture. But also in reality. Meanwhile

The man smirked, his expression sharp and smug. “Well, hello there, pretty little thing,” he drawled, his eyes sweeping over me. “Mind telling me what you’re doing somewhere you’re definitely not supposed to be?”

I state. He smirks for the whole nation—a beamy, gelid smirk that riles my demons. After he is done smirking to only him and the devil knows what, he takes slow, dreadful strides towards me. He closes the gap between us, leaving nothing but space between us. His arctic eyes are fixed on nowhere else but my loatheful ones. I stand unthreatened beneath his tall frame as we stare at each other like two lions, ready to slit each other’s throats.

He said with a smirk on his face. " You are a piece of shit! You're delusional. It was the look of a woman who was disgusted by the sight of a man who'd been disrespectful to her mate. " I spat. " Keep on denying but you and I Know that we're meant to be together and you can't hide that fact. " he said. He had that annoying smirk on his face , one that I wished I could wipe off his face. " Whatever! I'm out of here. " I said as I made my way back to the house just to have Lucas hold my wrist.