Roguish Grin Novels & Stories

A smirk formed on my lips as he involuntarily hissed from the burning sensation. Coldly, I stared at him with the tip of the knife resting on the pumping pulse on his neck, steadily speaking, “I’ve seen men like you break before, and they ended up rotting six feet below the ground because of their arrogance, and you won’t be any different if you don’t learn how to control your filthy mouth. Now talk.” The Rogue confidently let out a smirk. “Kill me if you want. You won’t stop him either way.” He kept his sharp eyes gazing at me without any hint of fear in his eyes. Indeed, they were the most notorious group of Rogues.

But that shifted when I heard whispers, shadows converging around me. “Look what we’ve got here. A lone wolf out in the night,” a gritty voice mocked. The Rogues. I could sense their intentions, the greed in their eyes. I tightened my grip on my bag. “Stay back,” I warned, baring my fangs. A grin spread across the leader's face. He was an ugly sort, with a big scar running across the diagonal of his face. “Make us, little girl.” They closed in on me. With lightning reflexes, I aimed a punch at the nearest one, who crumpled.

A vile grin spread across my face. "Now, moan my name…"

His voice, low and husky. Yeah. Like I can stop myself from melting. He turned me around and moved us through the crowd, his eyes holding mine, a half-cocked grin played on his lips behind the mask. I looked back at my untouched plate of risotto and meat balls catching Gracelyn's wink. A full blown cheshire cat grin dancing on her lips. She was going to eat my ears off once the day was over.

Interesting. A sudden burst of memories filled his head as he reminisced the past of who he was that made him what he is right now. A small grin etched his face as he turned his back on the young lad. The crows surrounding them seemed to sense their master's mood and started imitating laughs that resembled cracks from jesters and clowns in a circus. "Rise up boy and show me your face."

But I wasn't dead yet. "Touch me," I hissed, "and I'll make sure you regret it." The rogue’s sneer widened, revealing a missing front tooth. "I like them feisty. It makes the breaking part so much more fun." He leaned in, his breath smelling of raw meat and decay. I felt the cold splash of the stream against my heels. There was nowhere left to run.

He looked straight at me, and a terrifying, toothy grin spread across his face. "Found... you..." he rasped and It sounded like two jagged rocks rubbing together.

Hugo grinned, winking at the red-faced lawyer. "I hope you choke on it!" Williams grunted. "Oo, Kinky!" Hugo grinned a pearly smile that dripped with sinister intent, a smile I knew would rival that of the devils. "I will give you something to choke on later, don't you worry! Do you like it soft... or rough!" Tsking, he shook his head.

He grinned with a wicked smile. I gulped.

A cruel grin spread across his face. “Perfect.”