Sadistic Grin Novels & Stories

Walking through the hallways, a wicked grin formed on his face. "I can signal the head start... Any fucking time."

Alaric just grins, wicked and brilliant. “Because it is.”

The baring and gnarl of fangs, the tear of flesh and skin, the merciless bite of one wolf to another, the intent to kill cleanly displayed in their savage actions. "Sounds awesome," I couldn't help the wide, toothy grin that splayed over my face, making me undoubtedly look like a psychopath. "So you're in then?" Grey returned the grin, "because Ruby wanted to get your permission before she listed you for sure." "Obviously I'm in," I said with a, 'duh,' face. "Good," Grey smiled, then grunted as he pushed himself off the rock, landing with a thud and a cloud of dust around his shins, "because we need you."

When he released his hold on her neck, he sat back cross-legged and smirked. "In fact, lick his boots until they're clean," Adrian said. His eyes sparkled with sadistic joy, unblinking as he saw the look of contention on her face. Something about the expression was predatory—wolf-like. He bared his teeth as he continued to stare, pupils becoming even larger. Not only was it beyond humiliating, as the other lads laughed like hyenas and Damien stared down at her with a confused half-smile, but it was gross. Why would he want her to lick another guy's boots? What did he get out of it exactly?

Ingrid happily said while clapping both of her hands for applause. It wasn't until the smile on his face disappeared and was replaced with a malicious grin as he boldly spread his arms. “So you choose your mate over your family hm?” He stated with a grin on his lips as he wiped the corner of his lips that was bleeding with the back of his hand.

I don't discern why this jerk looks like a calm dick right now and is so unduly optimistic. He is so relaxed and even grinning from ear to ear. It's not his norm to be this bright and all smiles. He is always stone-faced so even a slight grin on his cold face is highly perceivable. This pesky look of his is terrorizing my equilibrium. It's itching my ass and not because I care so much about what has merited him this phenomenal look, although I must admit that I'm kinda itching to know what scheme he pulled that has amassed him this euphoria, but because he doesn't deserve to be happy at all. Not one bit!

I wasn’t surprised to see satisfaction and pride radiating from him. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Dante winked, giving me a cheeky grin, and I want to claw at his eyes. “Have I told you you are a sadist?” I growled, turning my embarrassment into anger. “An egoistic, narcissistic sadist?” He didn’t seem the least bit offended by my words. Heck, he looked like he was basking in my insults. I swear he wasn’t just a sadist but a masochist too.

he flinched visibly as he understood how sinister and sadistic my smirk was. "my- I'm....." he tried to speak but I beat him to it, halting his words abruptly. "how about I make it happen again? and this time, I make y'all fuck yourselves while I watch? I'm sure you're gay as you barely ever fuck them hoes, hmm?" I uttered rigidly as my smirk grew more sadistic and devilish and I saw him stiffened in place as beads of sweat popped out of his head, face and hands.

His lips were tilted slightly tilted into ‘that grin’, changing his entire ‘I’m going to murder you’-demeanor to a rather – if possible – even more disturbing ‘I’m gonna have fun with you’-posture… I gulped and took another step back. I was so screwed!

I strained through my clenched teeth and watched his mouth part into a dark grin. "Fascinating," he purred. "I admire the violence in your eyes, and that will to fight me even though it's useless…" He drew a slow breath, fixing his cold gaze at me. "It makes my dick strain in my pants." That sickening feeling grew. "You're disgusting."