Psychotic Smirk Novels & Stories

My voice comes out softer than I intended, a tremor curling around the edges of my words. Across from me, he exhales slowly, the sound deliberate, calculated. He lowers the laptop he has been working on, placing it with unnerving care onto the table beside him. Then his eyes find me. That smirk—that dreaded smirk—spreads across his face. It is the kind of expression that makes my stomach twist, the kind that makes me want to turn and run far, far away.

former Alpha Magnus Fletcher said wearing a dicky expression on his face. “If I’ll show you my aura, I am sure you will be pissing your pants,” I thought with a smirk until I heard Brian’s voice in my head. “Wipe that smirk, Alexander. They already seem pretty fu*cked up by our presence and interruption, in the pack’s affairs.” “Well! Fu*ck them.” I roared through the mind link and closed the connection. Thankfully Di*ck triplets were quiet otherwise I was in no mood for their verbal diarrhea.

"Why just smile, honey? Are you imagining how to be. . . ow " Irawan then stroked his arm which was pinched by Saskia. He smiled then kissed the face of Saskia who looked at him without paying attention to the gazes of all the guests. Why are you always teasing me? I'm ashamed to hear your request. Just imagine me not yet, let alone ... "

The divine artistry that it took to create such a beautiful specimen defied all the laws of science. "You smirk all the time, it's as if you have only two facial expressions." Reid stopped laughing and raised an eyebrow to Maya. Giggling she continued "if it's not the Steely ' I'm Mr. R.J Dawson, you will address me as Mr. Dawson or Professor Dawson. Nothing more, nothing less expression.'" Maya tried to imitate the way Reid spoke "then it's the 'I will take you right on this table because I think I'm a sexy badass who can get whatever I want whenever I want, because of my devilishly good looks and charming, scary yet highly inappropriate personality smirk'" Reid just laid there staring blan

It's making me high. "What are you thinking?" His voice sounds playful. I opened my eyes, and I saw him standing beside me in my peripheral vision, watching me with a smirk on his face. I don't get what his smirk is all about. Don't tell me he had fun being kissed by that woman? He couldn't help himself but to smirk so widely because he enjoyed it? Bittirness filled my system as I gulped the lump in my throat. "You should go back inside. You seem to be enjoying the party," I uttered with dripping acid in my voice.

It’s the kind of smile that comes right before something explodes — or someone disappears. “You think I buried him?” His voice is quiet and crooning while he pulls a crooked, lopsided grin — one that doesn’t reach his eyes, all menace and mockery. It’s the kind of smile that suggests he might have buried worse. The yellowish light flickers above, throwing shadows over the sharp lines of his face. The scar above his brow twitches.

Don't show even a flicker of uncertainty. Instead, I smile. The smile of a predator who's just spotted wounded prey. The smile of someone who knows exactly how this game will end.

An unnaturally wide smile formed on my face, and her lips twitched into a knowing smirk. Without flinching, I turned and sucker punched the prick that called Nox a pussy.

When he flickers his tongue and stretches out a dark smirk. And you can only wish that all of these, were nothing but a dreadful nightmare. - Now you're laying helpless with your spine pressed against the sheets. The person hovers his eyes all over your face and tugs the side of his lip into a smirk, humming in amusement. "Me?" There's something about the way he responds that makes your finders twirl into a fist. He's making you feel nervous with each passing second. "Somone important."He purrs, having cornered you underneath him on all fours. "And you are my little pet."

He studied me intently, a smirk slowly spreading across his lips. "Is it another ghost you didn't catch or who passed by your imagination?" He smirked, staring at me. His eyes held a glint of mischief, challenging me to discern reality from the tricks my mind played. His demeanor, equal parts playful and enigmatic, hinted at a deeper game we were unwittingly part of. "Fuck you! I'm serious buddy." I hissed knocking on my table and walking toward him. "I'm not ready to fuck you yet buddy so please get off the hook." He laughs roaring.