Novel & Cerita Psychotic Smirk

Meanwhile, I was trying to stay submerged up to my chin, praying a family of ducks would adopt me before my dignity flatlined. “Stop smirking,” I snapped. “I’m not smirking.” “You’re always smirking.” I jabbed a finger at him from under the water. “That’s your face. Permanent resting smirk.” He tilted his head, water dripping from his hair down his annoyingly perfect jawline. “And what’s yours? Permanent resting glare?” “Better than looking like an underwear ad reject,” I shot back. He actually chuckled. Low. Dangerous. The kind of sound that curled low in my stomach and made my wolf perk up like, Yes hello, can we have more of that noise please?

As a small tiny tiny smile adorns his face which turns into a full blown one. Hitting the wickets of my heart in the process. He is smiling. The arrogant ass is smiling fully on me. I can't believe this. This Psychotic creature can smile too. I hate to admit this but he looks..........so good. I look nothing like the jackass I met previous times. I feel my heart beat rising. The palpitations have started again. I hate this. I hate whatever has started happening to me. I only like Roman... Roman.... And Roman.

I really didn't do well with confrontation. My insides pinched up in anxiety as the menace fell from his face and in its place there was a smile. Not just any smile, one of his psychotic bone chilling smirks. "You're right, I respect that you don't want to drink that, it would just make things easier for you so are you sure you don't want to drink it?" His tone held concern but his eyes held excitement.

he stated, with a mischievous smirk at the edge of his lips. What the hell is that smirk? And why does he look more delighted than us, who are affected by it?

[smirks] Oh look, my dick is excited with you. HER: Oh, you can? [engulfs the whole length into mouth in one go, with other free hand playing gently with balls. Pauses a bit and takes it out with saliva drooling, looks up at you with a wide smirk] Your dick likes me it seems~ [strokes again and twirls around the rim] HIM: [hnghhh] You are a little devil aren't you? [Twitch and grab the back of your neck hard] It does like you, then why don't you just keep it down your throat? [Pushes you deeper]

"Who are you?" I exhale and was bombarded with questions that I continued to ask myself. Giving him the longest look; his loose strands of hair in the way of his face; his face was frightening, never had I come across such a look before, a half part of his face was parched, it looked like it was scorched white by bleach and his smirk made him look like a serial killer. He glared at me smirking and raking down my body:

Lying shirtless on this sαme bed. Right fucking here. Smirking αt the cαmerα. The sαme crooked‚ smug smirk he hαd given me. There wαs lipstick on his neck. And α womαn’s bαre leg resting over his wαist. My throat closed.

He reached out to touch her cheek, driven by memories, but Libia’s firm rejection shattered his momentary reverie. "Don’t you *dare* touch me again!" she snarled like a wild animal. Tiodor couldn’t help but smile—she looked like a puppy trying to defend itself. "Stop pretending. It’s obvious you’ve missed me," he said suggestively. "No, you’re wrong. You represent everything broken that a mentally unstable woman clings to. I want nothing to do with you—not even professionally." "So now I’m the worst thing that ever happened to you? Always blaming others for your childhood traumas," he mocked.

I would. I just- people like him .. I despise them so much. I lost control. I just never thought that I was capable of something like that. It made me want to laugh and I did. At first I exhaled through my nose like a small scoff but then it turned into giggling and full blown laughter. His eyes were on me. "Okay, I'm getting creeped out now and I'm a demon" He joked. At least, i hope he was joking. Judging by the warm smirk on his face, he was. Warm smirk. Never knew someone was capable of that expression.

Imagining them sucking and rubbing on my buds. I could feel my nipples tightening underneath the big polo I was wearing. And then I saw it, that slight turn up of the corner of his lips - a smirk. I moved my focus from his lips to his face, and indeed, it was a smirk. A smug smirk - equal parts smugness and amusement. His mouth is turned up at the corners, but his eyes are narrowed in a knowing way. He raised an eyebrow and gave a little chuckle, as if he knows something I don't.