Novel & Cerita Roguish Grin

Glints of maroon tendrils, crimson flames in a wicked pair of orbs, and that roguish grin that poisons my heart. “Long time no see, Sorah.”

The man in front of me growled menacingly. He was crouched in front of my cage and in my position, I couldn’t see his full frame, just his face. But I didn’t need to see him completely to know who he was, I felt the power that seemed to seep from his pores. He could be no other person but the Rogue Alpha that was terrorising the other packs with his pack of miscreants. He was beautiful. Brown skinned with curly hair that was in a complicated knot on his head with some tendrils loose around his face, full sensuous lips, and those eyes that were now more golden but still had a little swirl of red in it.

The moment he took it, the mask dropped, leaving you staring into the face of the devil. Blood roared between my ears as I strode toward the Georgian-style buildings in the distance that bordered what used to be called Logris. I had known what Griff was the moment he had strutted up to me, wearing that three-piece suit with the skin-tight pants that accentuated his muscular thighs and the unholy bulge between his legs. I had known he was trouble when he gave me a dazzling, John Travolta smile of brilliant white teeth.

“But I like seeing you flustered. It looks cute.” Technically, I wasn’t lying – I was trying to explain myself! Get yourself under control woman, I mentally scolded myself, fighting to compose myself. Shit! Despite all my years at my father’s side, taking and replying to underhanded comments and “compliments”, I still found that this man got under my skin like no other... “I never met a rogue that… erm was civilized,” I tried to correct myself. “Me either,” he grinned, clearly amused. “That’s why I never considered myself a rogue or my pack, for that matter. More like a bunch of outlaws banding together and forming a pack. Much like Robin Hood and his merry men.”

His jeans hung low on his hips, and his eyes— those hungry, wolf-dark eyes—landed on me the moment I stepped in. He grinned. Not the friendly kind. Not even the cocky, amused kind. No. This grin was dangerous. Starved. “Well, well,” he said, setting the glass down slowly. “Just when I was starving for you.” My breath caught. Instantly.

It looked really creepy. He raised a human hand. Seeing Ms. Anastasia, he gave a terrible smile that made all his teeth visible. His lips stretched unnaturally wide, revealing a row of yellowed teeth that looked like they hadn't been brushed in years. The corners of his mouth turned up in a sinister grin, and his eyes glinted with malice. It is a smile that sends shivers down the spines of those who see it, a smile that promises nothing but trouble and pain.

There was no alternative. Across from her, a tall rogue with heavy scars stepped into the pit, cracking his knuckles. A menacing grin creased his mouth. His teeth, yellowed from years of hard living, gleamed when he spoke. ”You look soft,” he snarled, rolling his shoulders. “It won’t take long.”

he rumbled. And... the roguish smile on his face promised much...

A creature clinging to self-agency through sheer stubbornness. But even caught red-handed—ink bleeding across royal parchment, woolen blankets pooling around his skeletal knees, Alexander couldn’t hold back his grin. Not a full grin, no. Not the rakish, devastating one he used to wear like a second crown in his better days, so young and proud, and believing the world couldn’t touch him. This one was worn thin, chipped around the edges, pulled from cracked lips and sunken cheeks. But it was still his grin. Still held that particular quality of mischief that suggested rules were merely suggestions.

Freaking rogues. One of the rogues sneered and reached out, grabbing my wrist. “Do you dare look us in the eyes?“ He snarled, spit flying from his mouth. I fought back, pulling at my hand as I scratched with my nails. He cursed when I ripped his skin, and I smiled triumphantly. I don't know what gave me the courage to fight back, but I did, and it felt good. I mean, I'm literally surrounded by rogues, and one of them could easily snap my neck with two fingers, and I would be gone.