Psychotic Smirk Novels & Stories

What the fuck? Then, agonizingly slow, that lazy, devastatingly confident smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. He shifts his gaze from my white-knuckled grip on the blanket straight back into my eyes, and the electric gravity between us burns hotter than ever. The smirk on his face stretches into a full, devastatingly handsome grin. He leans back against my pillows, crossing his massive arms over his chest, looking entirely too pleased with himself. ”Wow…” Aiden draws out the word, his deep voice dripping with pure amusement.

He shouted and I started struggling again, glaring at him. "What's happening is that psycho is trying to kill me! Now I demand to be taken home right now!" I yelled at the top of my voice and he smirked at me. "You really shouldn't yell at us. We're not what you think we are. We can do much more than you, so shut your gob unless you're spoken to." I smirked because he was just being stupid. They were all a bunch of crazies. "Oooh I'm so scared, oh wait, no, no I'm not because you're all crazy and you should be the ones locked up, not me-"

He walked towards her with a very suggestive smirk on his face. Seeing that he was approaching her, she felt scared and nervous. She hastily threatened him. "Stop right there. If you come any closer, I'll scream." "Oh, you want to scream?" The smirk on Hansen's face grew even more charming and confident. "Alright, go ahead and scream. Let's see what will happen." His strong desire was shown on his face while the devious grin on his face hid nothing. He didn't seem to care about her screaming. On the contrary, that even seemed to make him more delighted.

I demanded but as I stared at him, he had a smirk on his lips. I became bothered and confused. "Why do you have that smug look on your face?" I asked and my eyes lowered to the glass of martini which I had placed on the table. "What did…did you put in my drink?" "Just a drug that would make you yearn for me," He replied, devilishly smiling. "Do you know who…I am," I stuttered, trying to be strong. "Yes, I know you. You are one of the most mysterious yet popular models ever. I used to buy the magazines with your face on them and guess what I used to do to them?" He had a psychotic smile on his lips as said those words.

His golden eyes were bright, his smirk sharp and infuriating, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me. “You don’t look that pleased to see me, mate,” he said, his voice a dark purr, his thumb brushing against my jawline. My breath hitched. His smirk deepened. And I hated him for it.

My body shuddered in the cold as I lifted my head to see the psycho's evil smirk staring back at me. "Morning, morning,” he chimed, clapping his hands together as he sat down in front of me, his cigarettes in hand. I glared at him fiercely, but he just shrugged it off, unfazed. “It's a good morning, a good day to remind you that you have only three hours left to breathe,” he mocked, lighting up his cigarette and puffing out the smoke with a smug smile. "I glared at him, scrunching up my face in distaste as the smoke wafted into my nose. I looked away, my expression twisted in disgust.

He said looking totally unaffected. "Wipe that smirk off your face before you lose your head." I told him. He turned his head to the side observing me and looking amused. But none the less he smirked again . " I like it when you threaten me , you look cute . " He continued smirking . " Wait until I turn into a vampire and suck all of your blood . " I huff . " That's not the only thing you can suck . " He winks . He is .. unbelievable . How can someone be so consistently sexual , it almost baffles me .

he smirked as he made jest of me ‘He's so unserious’ “No… I didn’t lose my memory, It just felt like I had the craziest dream on a creepy night”. I explained trying to help him understand me. “Well good for you… I thought you were going to die on me when you refused to wake up and you started shaking like a demon possessed little boy all through the night.” He snidely remarked, with his lips curled up ever so slightly in a little smirk. ‘Did he just call me a possessed boy’

My eyes laid on him who was smirking at my reaction . He looked dead dropped gorgeous in his black formal shirt . His shirt was contrasting with his greyish orbs . He was striking with charm and mischief. I know exactly what his smirk means . It means you are a goner now . " hahaha...you are acting like you were committing sin under my nose " he laughed openly . I rolled my eyes on his comments . He was beaming today . He seems like he was very happy today . A gentle smile tugged on my lips . Seeing him happy makes my heart drums.

I brought up my past traumas to stop my subconscious from admiring the disrespectful man in front of me. "Then you will regret it for the rest of your life, thinking that you screwed up with the wrong girl." "If that's the case, I'm going to enjoy myself immensely by screwing you." When he heard me, his face broke out in a sly grin. Wao. What a killer smile. With his smile, he can kill anyone. Not again; I don't understand why she keeps drooling over this haughty man or what has occurred to my subconscious after seeing him.