Sardonic Grin Novels & Stories

He grinned with a wicked smile. I gulped.

I hiss through clenched teeth as I close the space between us. My hand flies through the air and lands with a vicious crack across his face. The sound echoes in the room, loud and satisfying. His head snaps to the side, his dark hair falling slightly into his eyes. He blinks once and again. Then he grins. That slow, cocky, infuriating grin spreads across his face like he's fucking proud of himself. He likes this. "Mmm, you hit just as sweet as you moan, doll face," he drawls, tone laced with smug satisfaction.

Ric knocks for a second time and we wait impatiently for Luther to call us in. "Come in, pl..." He doesn't get to finish the last word, Ric strides in furiously and I follow him shutting the door close. "...ease." He has a wide grin on his face, you would think he gets off from humiliating people. Such a sadistic piece of shit. "Thank you, sir," Ric says. Can you trace the sarcasm? It is almost tangible. "It's sarcastic, but it is better, have a seat." Luther ushers us on the two leather chairs that are opposite his.

I added and it worked because a smile cracked his hard demeanor I gave him a sheepish grin and he just rolled his eyes at me. I sighed in relief as we drank our cappuccino in comfortable silence. I knew he wasn't really upset with me, it was just an act, however, I couldn't bear another silent attitude with Andre when I would certainly go home to one later. I would prefer to exhaust my mouth in talking and laughing ceaselessly with him here and go back home to sleep

I smirk. ##########

Instead of a look of terror, a grin slowly widens across his face in evil delight. "Oh, it seems we have guests, and they were just about to leave without saying hi.”

It looked really creepy. He raised a human hand. Seeing Ms. Anastasia, he gave a terrible smile that made all his teeth visible. His lips stretched unnaturally wide, revealing a row of yellowed teeth that looked like they hadn't been brushed in years. The corners of his mouth turned up in a sinister grin, and his eyes glinted with malice. It is a smile that sends shivers down the spines of those who see it, a smile that promises nothing but trouble and pain.

We’re so close, my lips nearly graze his as I quietly say, “I don’t scare so easily, Mr. Richards. Though, I will contend that your timing was impeccable this morning, and I’d be remiss not to express my appreciation for your assistance.” “Remiss, hmm?” One corner of his tempting mouth quirks. It’s that sardonic, half-assed grin he gives when he’s amused, but doesn’t really want to reveal how much he’s amused. Admittedly, he’s a master at retaining the upper hand. Just one more thing that’s so disarming about him.

A low, rumbling laugh broke the comfortable silence. “Damn,” he chuckled, a wide, boyish grin spreading across his face. “We’re a mess.”

The next thing I knew, he was smirking at me indulgently. I bit my lip to keep from descending into hysteria once I caught his stare. An uneasy feeling began in my stomach. I started to fidget. I did not like the way he was staring at me with that look on his face. "I like you." His voice took on a sardonic tone as he flashed me what I believe was his most sardonic grin. "I'll get you by hook or by crook." The cynical grin playing across his lips widened and shone with a malicious glee. He was up to something.