Psychotic Smirk Novels & Stories

He pulled away completely. "I swear or I'll make them open" his voice and aura completely changed into a sadist when he said that. Praying in her mind Jasmine opened her emerald green eyes to meet the darkest shade of grey orbs of the man she hates the most. She didn't fail to notice how the side of his lips curled upwards when she opened them like he won something in his life. That smirk taunted her more than his words, it was like a sign of his victory and that sign burned her wounds.

They make them sit on her squatting position her hand behind her torso, she was looking feeble, vulnerable, as if she wasn't fed for days. She had dark circles. "ona tebe nravilas'" (This one is for you) he smirks, making my blood boil from inside. I don't get Russian but his constant smirks are making me sick. My translator translates his offer, and without wasting a second I pull my trigger right into his head. His smirk dies, as my bullet goes straight to his fucking head, now it's my time to smirk. For a second his men were dead shocked, their capo was dead obviously, but this is the least I could care for.

Ryker just gave me a devilish smirk that made my blood boil. Was this man seriously joking around right now? In the middle of all this?

Back straight, hands bloodied, expression calm—too calm. But his smile? That was the part that made my stomach turn. He wasn’t just satisfied. He was enjoying this. The sick smirk on his lips carved deep lines into his otherwise beautiful face, twisting it into something unrecognizable. Something cruel. Sadistic. He didn’t look at me. He was still watching the man on the ground… like he was waiting for him to break. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. His gaze finally flicked to me. He didn’t flinch.

Amber What kind of smile would I wear for my mugshot? I’d been asking myself that for the past thirty seconds ever since Evalie opened her little mouth and let a nuclear bomb drop on my sanity. Would it be a crazed, Joker-like grin? Teeth bared, eyes wide, insanity seeping through the cracks? Or maybe a dead-eyed smirk, cold and distant, the kind of smile you wear when your soul's been flattened by bullshit so often, it’s just muscle memory now.

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

Eating cereal like it’s a luxury item. Me: Staring at the camera, internally screaming like a trapped extra. He looks up mid-bite. “Miss Park, you’re supposed to look at me, not the lens.” “I’m supposed to look at the person who started this circus?” “Smile.” “I will stab you with this spoon.” He smirks. “Noted.” There it is again — that stupid smirk. The one that makes my blood pressure spike and my brain short-circuit. “You’re enjoying this,” I accuse.

I can't even explain how I am able to stamp my feet in the right places on these long stairs as my sight and attention are all banked on this ogre beside me, but I am thankful that I have yet missed a step. "Am I that irresistible?" He queries, slinking his filthy hand around my back to wrap my waist. Autom smirk! Him? Irresistible? Holy stinking shit! Even the devil must the cracking its ribs out of that absurd hoax. Even I had to genuinely smirk at that because, can you visualize it? This shit monkey face that has no contour nor anything meritoriously eye-catchy on it? Smirk again! I understand that he is at the edge of glee from whatever bet he won today. It's not usual for him so maybe h

I was not mentally ready for anything which dealt with babies and future plans with the way the rumors were going about the pack. “You will have to work on that miss jane,” he smiled. “Or else, you will be replaced. And we don’t want that to happen to you now would we?” The way he said that and smiled with the wrinkles on his eyes being genuine steeped me out. He was a psychopath. Who had a genuine smile and also said horrible things like this? I gulped thinking of the man in a cruel way. What if this was the way he used in killing off his victims?

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.”