Sarcastic Smirk 소설 & 이야기

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?

Lia smirked. “Am I?”

Meanwhile, I was trying to stay submerged up to my chin, praying a family of ducks would adopt me before my dignity flatlined. “Stop smirking,” I snapped. “I’m not smirking.” “You’re always smirking.” I jabbed a finger at him from under the water. “That’s your face. Permanent resting smirk.” He tilted his head, water dripping from his hair down his annoyingly perfect jawline. “And what’s yours? Permanent resting glare?” “Better than looking like an underwear ad reject,” I shot back. He actually chuckled. Low. Dangerous. The kind of sound that curled low in my stomach and made my wolf perk up like, Yes hello, can we have more of that noise please?

He is not offended by my observation. “Exactly, like a Shark,” he says with a smirk and winks at me.

he smiles at me. “Wonderful.” ‘Yeah, you sound like it too.” He says sarcastically.

But he asked with a deep and raspy voice, and his eyes held such hunger that made me want to be his meal; a meal he could spend hours after hours devouring. …so I shook my head. “No.” And he gave me his hot menacing smirk as he spreads my legs apart. The smirk... I didn't need a translator to know it means ‘I’m gonna wreck you, and you know it.’

She came closer towards Amy. " Long time no see!!!" She gave smirk . Her words were all meant to be a sarcasm for amy.

I smile. ***

I mused to myself, a triumphant smile onmy faces. As the argument between Charlotte and Dylan escalated, reaching a crescendo of emotions, I made my presence known with a calculated smirk. Stepping closer to the unfolding drama, I delivered my words with finality. "Sorry, Charlotte, but it's time for you to get the hell out of our lives," I declared, my voice laced with a hint of satisfaction as I asserted my newfound position in the tumultuous dynamics at play. The smirk on my face betrayed triumph, a feeling of empowerment that came from seizing control of the situation and asserting my influence.

Albin lashed out. "Is that a way of begging for my suggestion?" I sarcastically said with a travesty smile playing on my lips. "Never will I do that!" He screeched, widening my smirk. "But you just did," I winked at him, outraging him. "Never! Or you don't have any suitable plan?" He poked fun at me but I shrugged ignoring him.