Sarcastic Smirk Novels & Stories

Looking at him, I noticed that he was smirking and I lost it. “You are smirking?Does this look funny to you?Does giving sarcastic replies and riling me up please you that much, huh? Does it?. I was shaking with so much fury, I have never been this riled by a person’s character in my whole life. I felt my claws digging into my palms, itching to be unleashed. I was not really expecting him to give me a reply to my question but his answer was to be expected which did nothing but increase the temptation of leaving a scar on his arrogant face.

He mocked me with his signature smirk. Not again....

I felt stupid because of the way he was uninterested in looking at me. “Exactly. You are right.” His tone was sarcastic. “I was overcome by the moment.” I could hear the sarcasm laced in his voice, and it shattered my heart. And I imagined I saw smug masculine satisfaction in his heavy-lidded expression. I didn't think I imagined the faint smirk on his face as he looked through the glass.

"Hey, are you okay?" "Of course. I'm only vomiting my guts out dude!" The woman's wet lips curve upwards in a sarcastic smile. "Nothing to see here, really. Everything is God damn peachy." "Mhm," the corner of my lip rose a little in admiration. "Sarcasm and fiery… two qualities I must say I find rather intriguing in a woman," "Whatever, can you—" the girl waves me off weakly, before she can finish her sentence another round of vomit passes through her lips.

He could have just spat it in my face rather than give me that annoying stare. He smirked, and I leaned back in confusion. Actually, disbelief washed over me. Was there any sense of humor in my question? No, right? Even after my disapproval of his sweet yet annoying smirk, the smirk didn’t falter. He didn’t care to hide his sarcasm. Instead, he stood and closed the space between us. My body screamed at me to step back, to not allow him to get close to me, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wasn’t sure why.

I saw him smirk. Asshole.

I smirk. He laughs and says, "You're cute."

I asked her and she smirked. It was a sad smirk. “You don't want to be," she said sorrowfully.

If he wanted to play dirty I was going to show him that I could too. He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth sinking his teeth into it. A smug, cynical smirk spread across his mangled up face. I cocked my head up at him, "Your face looks better than it did before. You should thank my hero!" I sarcastically beamed mustering one helluva fake smile.

evident sarcasm rolling off my tongue. "Your sarcasm is not appreciated McCarthy " His smirk turned into a pout making him look really cute with his lips pointing out like that. And the little heart shaped birthmark below the left side of his lower lip. "you know if you want to kiss me, you can just ask. "