Sardonic Grin Novels & Stories

a deep sigh left me when Jordan's amused voice filled the room. "I mean, look at the guy glaring at us with all that hatred while he has a raging hard-on. You can literally see his junk through his boxers." goodness! if I could, I'd face-palm myself. "Right. I guess it's not funny." When no one entertained, he let out a mumble before stilling himself beside me. I threw him a "seriously" glare, and he shrugged before wiping the amused grin with the back of his hand. Sigh.

My tone questions without having to say anything else. I turn back to look at him, the sweet smile from moments ago is gone. Replaced with pure sin slashed across his full lips. I watch his pupils dilate just slightly, enough to tell me whatever the grunting is, it’s no bad thing. “Frankfurter, you’re gonna love this.”

Absolute, undeniable shock. His eyes widen, his jaw slackens almost imperceptibly. He looks at me, then back at the documents, his gaze darting between the two. His earlier composure crumbles, replaced by an expression of pure, unadulterated astonishment. For a split second, I glimpse a raw vulnerability in his eyes, a flicker of something similar to fear, quickly masked. Then, the shock dissipates, replaced by a slow, spreading grin. It starts small, a twitch at the corner of his mouth, then stretches wider, revealing perfectly aligned teeth. It’s a terrifying grin, devoid of warmth, full of triumph, and something sinister.

Grey grinned as he flexed his muscles in front of me which I just gagged in response. "You are so glad to beat a girl, dude. Where are your balls?" I snickered and his eyes widen at my remark. A puff of air went out from his mouth before staring back at me, an exasperated expression showing on his face. "Dude, my balls are still intact. You can check if you want." He sneered and for some reason, my cheeks felt hotter at his words. Wot? A triumphant grin emerged on his face as he realized how I suddenly shut up.

He asked, as he took a sit across my desk. I took a sip from my glass and glared at him. "Why would you think that? Is it written on my forehead or what?." I asked. "Want a drink?" "Fuck yeah."I made him a drink then handed it to him over the table. "Thank you. And no. It's not written on your forehead but rather on that shit eating grin on your face. You are not the type of man who grins like that for nothing." He commented as he drained his drink in one go.

Scott chuckled. "I just wanted to say, you have the sexiest ass I've ever seen." The statement suddenly raised her eyebrows. "Oh yes?" "Really!" exclaimed the man reassuringly. “Like a grade A melon” "So, you're saying I have melon butts?" Grace burst out laughing. Instead of laughing along, Scott just snorted in disgust. "Why even laugh at it?" Scott put on a sulky look. "I'm serious, you know." "I'm laughing because I'm happy," Grace said, stirring the golden liquid in the cup in her hand. "You're the first person to openly give such a compliment, be very specific."

Tiodor Lison left the projection office, making sure his zipper was up. He inhaled deeply, holding the air for a few seconds before exhaling through his mouth, feeling humiliated. He had lost control over a pair of pretty eyes, falling for her charms at the slightest provocation, like a lust-driven animal. He caught his reflection in one of the windows: *pathetic*. Wiping the excess sweat from his forehead with one hand, he walked out of Musso Enterprises with firm steps.

“You can make me pay when we’re halfway across the world. Now, I need you to do something for me.” “To hell with you!” I spat on his face. “There is no way I’m doing anything for you.” He kept quiet, his dark, sinister gaze assessing me for a bit. Then all of sudden, his lips widened to a twisted grin and he began laughing like a maniac. I didn’t understand what was so funny in this situation. How could he be laughing after what he has done to me? More than anything, I wanted to rip his teeth from his mouth and wipe that wicked, smug grin off his face.

He gritted his teeth as if he was pained but in reality it was just his ego. He finally let go of her and continued to speak. “What's going to happen now? Are you going to run off to zephyr so that you guys can continue your wretched love story?” His brows lifted, his mouth twisting into a lopsided grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. There was a sharpness to it, like every line of his face was sculpted to offend. When he tilted his head slightly, it was with the air of someone barely containing a laugh.

Focused. A slow, chilling grin spread across his face. “Come on, boys,” he said, eyes gleaming with something dark and hungry. “I smell a prince.”