Sardonic Grin Novels & Stories

His face was decorated by the usual grin, mocking anyone who looked at him. From a grin, his lips curled into a treacherous smile promptly when his eyes landed on his “dear friend”. “You don’t look good. I guess you saw the pictures. Not inspiring, are they?” Slowly crossing his hands across his chest, Kevin murmured, sarcasm vibrating deep in the waves of his voice. “I don’t have all day, Jiyeon, spill it out. Why did you call me here?” He impatiently huffed as he made a four with his legs.

Only Nate… A grin spread across Kayden’s lips, a proud, unashamed grin as his eyes locked on me. “Can’t speak if you’re dead, now can you?”

“You don’t know this wine? Wow. This wine’s older than you.” “Well, it tastes like it fought in the civil war.” “If this wine is sour,” he smirked, “then I can’t imagine what sweet tastes like in your world.” “I’m a sweet tooth. You wouldn’t understand. Your whole vibe is bitter with a dash of sarcasm.” He chuckled. Oh my God. He chuckled. I stared. “You—so you can laugh?” He raised a brow. “What do you mean so I can laugh?” “You’re always frowning. Like you’re constipated with stress.”

Sam piped up, smiling knowingly at me, an expression which I soon discovered was mirrored by Juliette and Beckham too. "And what makes you think that?" I asked back. "Maybe because you have your Hawk grin on," Juliette singsong, leaving me confused. "Hawk grin?" "She means that stupid grin you have on your face whenever you're chatting with Hawk," Beckham mused matter-of-factly. "What? I do not have a Hawk grin," I protested. But if they heard me, they didn't show it as they were too busy chuckling to themselves. They've got to be kidding me. Hawk grin? Yeah, right!

Sandy was so angry that she became incoherent verbally as she cussed Theodore. Suki could not help but grin. “Iv won’t spare him. Just watch the show.” Sandy chuckled. “You’re right.”

"You're getting more grumpy, Ms. Merryweather." I slit my eyes upon his remarks. "Oh, sorry. I inherited this from my boss." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. I pursed my lips into a thin line, making a duck face. "Please note that is sarcasm!" I suddenly exclaimed when I caught him in all smiles. He released a chuckle which made my heart went wild. There were times that his baritone laughing voice crooked and echoed in my ears which is very soothing and giving me gooseflesh.

A grin I was sure I recognized but couldn't place where from… Suddenly there was a deep growl from just a little across the embankment where Mason was making his way up too. I looked at the warrior with fear, but he grinned again. “Aww, don’t let grumpy guts worry you, he is just jealous that I have more charm in my little toe than he has in his entire body.”

My eyes laid on him who was smirking at my reaction . He looked dead dropped gorgeous in his black formal shirt . His shirt was contrasting with his greyish orbs . He was striking with charm and mischief. I know exactly what his smirk means . It means you are a goner now . " hahaha...you are acting like you were committing sin under my nose " he laughed openly . I rolled my eyes on his comments . He was beaming today . He seems like he was very happy today . A gentle smile tugged on my lips . Seeing him happy makes my heart drums.

He stands there calmly, a slow smile spreading across his face as his gaze locks onto mine. The horror on my face must be obvious, because his smile widens. He laughs. It is not a nervous laugh or a forced one. It is full, satisfied, almost relieved. “I did not think it would feel this good,” he says, his voice carrying easily through the clearing. “But seeing that look on your face, Alaric, I suddenly feel very satisfied.”

I saw the exact moment he processed the information—the slight tightening of his jaw, the way his eyes slowly lifted from his phone, fixing on me with a look that was both annoyed and amused. “Ah,” he said, a sarcastic smile creeping onto his face, eyes glinting with what could only be described as a dangerous amusement. “So, the little snooty aristocrats do stick together. And at what point were you planning to tell me this ‘friend’ was a guy?”