Novel & Cerita Sardonic Grin

He smiled, his face more intriguing due to the expression. "Quid pro quo, Mr. Carrington." "I'm all yours, baby. You can take all you want and leave whatever marks you feel necessary. I just want to hear you come again." "Then you shall."

He is not making this easy. She turns sharply to look at him—her jaw tight, her expression incredulous—and there it is. That grin. That look. God. He’s smirking at her with that maniacal smile—the kind that makes him look feral and otherworldly. It's the kind of expression that belongs to someone ancient and merciless, someone dragged out of the pit of hell just to destroy her. That grin of his, stretched with wicked glee, framed by his tousled dark hair and the low light casting shadows across the hollows of his face—it makes her stomach twist in ways it shouldn’t.

He carped aloofly. "No?" He gave me an unamused look."Talking to you is like talking to a broken record of comebacks and sarcastic comments." "I prefer witty comments, not sarcastic." I remarked dully. "My point proven." He looked less amused with me, yet still fascinated at the same time. What could possibly be fascinating? I couldn't possibly make myself any more-irritating, frankly. "You also don't ever smile." To that, I plastered on a smile. "What is this then?"

The low hum of distant dripping water echoed faintly against the cold stone walls, punctuating the oppressive silence. Kaiser’s eyes, usually a calm storm of control, now burned with a slow, simmering fury. They narrowed into sharp slits as the corners of his mouth curled upward, an infamous smile, thin and bone-deep, that sent an involuntary shudder rippling through the few souls who dared witness it. This was no ordinary smile; it was a predator’s grin, cold and merciless, a smile that had ended empires and shattered lives. It was the kind of smile that made even the bravest men falter, the kind that spoke of dark promises made in shadows.

He looked at me with a wide grin, it wasn’t warm, it was feral, possessive…cruel. “Oh, I know.”

“Fuck!!” He pulled back, his lips glistening, a wicked grin spreading as he swallowed, his eyes locked on mine. “Couldn’t hold back, huh?” he teased, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. He licked his lips, wiping a stray drop with his thumb. “Guess we’ll have to start all over.”

Why don't I enrol myself in some communicating classes? It's declared, Arielle Summers meaning me, is the most awkward girl in the world. I decided to spare a glance at Mr Arnold and I had to double-check because he had the facial expression which you get when you curl your lips upwards. Mr Nicolas freaking Arnold was f*cking smiling. Two cute dimples popped on either side of his face and I found myself admiring them. "Are you smiling?" I can't believe it. He chuckled, his grin still plastered on his face.

One eyebrow lifted, and a knowing look appeared on his face. The bastard. “Well, well, well.” He grinned, an evil smile that sent shivers down my spine. “What do we have here?”

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 just want to see how rough you look, so I know how far to take it with you.” A wise man would keep witty retorts to himself. A wise man wouldn’t taunt the man who wants him dead. But then again, I have never claimed to be a wise man. Often I’ve been told I’m brash and brazen. And no amount of beatings or cuts can bleed the sarcastic asshole out of me. “If it’s anything more than a kiss, Graham, I don’t consent,” I try to grin, knowing my teeth are full of blood and my face is most likely swollen. It has the desired effect, as Graham sneers at me and shoves off.