Sarcastic Smirk Mga Nobela at Kwento

" It's free tan, a natural one at that.” " It's true, that's why you can be the first and if we like it, we'll go after.” I said sarcastically with a mocking smile. Before turning to look at Jimmy who was staring at me with a corky smirk, a hint of mischief in his eyes. Jimmy gave me that smirk—the one that always meant trouble was loading like a virus on dial-up internet. “What?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re starting to sound like me,” he said proudly, still half inside the freezer. “Sarcasm, sass, shade. I’m rubbing off on you.”

His eyes met mine, and the smirk that played on his lips was one that annoyed me more than I could let out. “You know, you really have the audacity to play a dark game like this one, Alaric.” I said, glaring at the man who smirked. He looked at Valerie for a second before shaking his head in question, his expression sarcastic, and I knew that he understood very well what he was doing. If anything, right now, he was doing it on purpose.

A burning cigarette settled between his fingers and he blew out the smoke from the cigarette, slowly and deliberately. His lips curled into a smile and his lips pressed into a thin smile. Evil. “I will be here, Sunshine…” Laughs in sarcasm. “When you Mr right become the only wrong that will ever exist.”

The man smirked, his expression sharp and smug. “Well, hello there, pretty little thing,” he drawled, his eyes sweeping over me. “Mind telling me what you’re doing somewhere you’re definitely not supposed to be?”

I looked at him in disbelief, if he is looking for fun he better have it somewhere else. "Yes." The arrogant thing answered. "That wasn't an actual question." I glared at him. "Yeah, I know." He still kept that weird creepy smile on his face. "Do you always have to know everything?" I was starting to get vexed. "Do you always get angry at people?" He returned question for question. "Great I see now you are returning a question for question." "I think you are enjoying yourself." He smirked. How I wish I can just kick him in the balls maybe that will kill that stupid smirk off his perverted face.

She took the drink with a smile and takes a sip. He relaxed his hands in his pocket, and scoots closer to her, heaving a sigh. “Enjoying?” he asked. Her eyes follow his face. “I can’t say I am enjoying completely. But thanks for asking anyway.” “Why do you pretend to be fake when you aren’t? why smiling when you can’t smile from inside?”. “And who said I am not smiling from inside? You are wrong about it. I am not sad about anything. Not now anyway.” She drank the whole win in one sip.

, he said with a sarcastic chuckle. Then his expression turned sober, and he feigned fright, widening his eyes and mouth in an attempt to provoke Freya further. With a contemptuous glare, Freya watched him mimic a scared person and burst out laughing. Desmond chuckled for seconds, his body vibrating ridiculously as he tried to control his amusement. Freya's face twisted in rage, her hands clenched into fists. “What the hell is funny?” she spat. Desmond held his chest, attempting to suppress his laughter. “I'm sorry. I guess it's the way you said it”, he said in between chuckles, a wide grin spread across his face and his eyes crinkling at the corners.

He stood up and opened the top button of his shirt as he looked at me smirking. Is he planning to strip? "And what exactly you'd be doing?" He wiggled his eyebrows, making me want to shave it. "Why are you... blushing?" You are Idiot! "That's not blushing. Its the urge to shave your eyebrows and throw you in the pool." I said sarcastically. It was true though. The jerk knew what strings to pull to make me want to choke him till death. His brown orbs bored in my black one as he took a step toward me. The smirk never leaving his face. "You won't want to say it again!" He muttered in the same voice, like he did on my first day.

He walked past me and smiled sarcastically. " What?? " I asked. " Nothing!! " He shook his head but that smile stayed there. " Why were you smiling like that?" I enquired. " Like what? " He asked raising an eyebrow. " Sarcastically! " I explained. " Do you think, it would work?? " He asked. " What?? " I didn't understand what was he saying? " Looking like this, wearing oversized boring clothes, tying back your hair like a nerdy school girl and wearing no makeup?? " He explained.

She looked up with a start when she saw me, her eyes widening momentarily before a smirk played on her lips. The smirk – that was the first thing I noticed. It wasn't a genuine smile, not by a long shot. It was a practiced twitch of her lips, one corner curling upwards a little higher than the other, laced with a hint of smugness and something else I couldn't quite place yet. Maybe defiance? Maybe even a touch of… mischief?