Novel & Cerita Psychotic Smirk

He looks so cute and sweet. When he finally composed himself, he had a genuine smile but it soon turned out into his famous smirk. I think that's why many girls fall for his gorgeous and signature smirk. It was really charismatic. I couldn't stop staring at his face. "Done checking me out, babe?" he winked and once again, I felt the fire inside me, both from embarrassment that he found me observing him and anger at him for turning into the chauvinist pig that he was again. Couldn't he act normal for once in his life? I mean, come on man, enjoy life. Enjoy the little sweet moments of your life instead of hiding your true self by being a complete jerk and player at school.

AMARA'S POV This has to be a joke, a very expensive joke. Staring at this devil, I tried to smile. Well, it did t come out well because his gaze fixed on me for a while before he cleared his throat. He then moved around, Smiled; definitely not a normal one. From my point of view, I would say it's a smirk but at the same time, it's a smile. "Strip," he said again. This man has to be crazy.

I mentally shook my head because what I heard Jace said cannot be true. Did he really said that or he was just good at acting? The smile that is pasted on his face is still there. It looks genuine. It's not pretentious. The officiating priest is talking but my mind was not in it. It's going away to the man beside me who never did let go of my hand that was clasped with our fingers intertwined together. Jace squeezed her hand when she did not reply to the priest question. She was not aware that the priest is on that part already.

He looks over at me with a smirk, accepting the job. The smirk leaves his face and is replaced by a frown. "If any shit gets on me, I kill the human that the shit belongs to." He says causing me to frown. He let out a chuckle putting his hands up. "I'm joking...again." He says looking backing into the bathroom and let out another sigh. "I guess I'll get to work. I can't be slacking around when you're trying to run a legitimate business here." He says sarcastically, letting out another low chuckle with a smirk.

I smirked at him, knowing he couldn’t see me. I heard him scoff. “Call it cheesy, but that still made you smile, didn’t it?” He sounded grumpy and adorable. I rolled my eyes all the while sporting a wide grin on my face. “No, it didn’t.” I lied. There was no way he’d know I was smiling like a maniac. No sooner had I uttered those words, the door of my office suddenly opened and in walked the smirking form of a human devil, his smirk the widest I’d seen on him. He cocked an arrogant eyebrow at me. “Really?”

he said, his voice low and taunting, like he already knew he’d won. “You’re just a psychopath,” I snapped, sliding off the table, my body still trembling from what just happened. My nipples soo hardened within my dress. He smiled, slow and dangerous, like he enjoyed the sound of my voice. He walked toward the door, stopping right in front of my parents’ pictures. He blew them a kiss, mockery written all over his face, then turned back to me with that same cruel smirk. “Someone dared me to do this.”

She then answered this silent question of mine by smirking in my face – an evil , cold smirk. “ Call me as much endearment names as you like – that is not going to make me love you…” my nails dig deep into my hands , I feel a warm liquid ooze out of my self-inflicted wound. There is no doubt that my crimson blood – which is boiling from her words – is dripping onto the floor , creating a puddle of anger , lust and irritation…but what she says next pushing me off the edge…Her psychotic laughter pierces my eardrums.

That smug smile never left his face as he leaned back, watching me with that predator’s stare that made my skin crawl. “What…?” My voice trailed off, and I shook my head, looking at him like he was out of his mind. “You’re a lunatic,” I spat, desperate for anything that might shake him, might reach some scrap of humanity he still had. But he only chuckled, that same sinister sound, shaking his head at me as if I were the one who didn’t understand.

His eyes were dark, which were showing his evilness. He smirked evilly and said to his father like a psycho "You're right. I've gone mad. I'm mad for her. To feel her again in my arms, to touch her butter-like skin, to feel her intoxicating scent again in my nostrils. For, to feel her ravishing body beneath me on my bed when I'll make her completely mine. I didn't know any girl would make me so desperate for her in single meeting." He was looking at his hands with creepy smile on his lips. He was behaving like some possessed person.

She then answered this silent question of mine by smirking in my face – an evil , cold smirk. “ Call me as much endearment names as you like – that is not going to make me love you…” my nails dig deep into my hands , I feel a warm liquid ooze out of my self-inflicted wound. There is no doubt that my crimson blood – which is boiling from her words – is dripping onto the floor , creating a puddle of anger , lust and irritation…but what she says next pushing me off the edge…Her psychotic laughter pierces my eardrums.