Sardonic Grin Novels & Stories

I stumbled back with a grin on my lips. "You're getting way to good at kissing." I declared to him. For a second he looked down fallen like he thought I was serious, until I began to laugh hysterically. Like deep belly laugh. He joined in and said through his laughter, "Took me a second, but I'm learning the sarcasm." I just laughed harder. Even Lunaryn was chuckling in my mind. The forest grew quiet again. Not peaceful quiet, dread quiet. The kind that settles in your chest and whispers, something is coming.

Sarclet answered nonchalantly, out of nowhere paralyzed, turned her head and broadened her eyes. He had a smile at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were brimming with liveliness. "You! You can talk without stuttering?" He grinned and strolled to the window. Sarclet absurdly followed him and said, "You can talk without shuttering? Tell me do you have speech disorder? The man jerked the edges of his mouth and appeared to be thinking. Sarclet grunted as he did not answer. His appearance is a great blessing for her at this time. At least, she can turn all her attention to him.

The thought made him snigger. Wes turned the gun towards Jack. “You got a sorry for my baby girl, smiler?” The expression on his face changed. One moment he was serious and tortured, and the next he grinned. Lips ripped back, revealing the shine and polish of dentures. The loose skin around his mouth stretched taut. His eyes drew to thin slits surrounded by crow’s feet. The laugh that seeped out of him was wheezy and full of spite. “Now this is a smile,” he said.

He said with a grin. TBC.

The corner of his sensuous mouth curved downward in a slight sneer and his chiseled features arranged in an expression of disdain. "I don't think subjecting you all to my playing would be advisable on such a pleasant evening," he said sarcastically. "Unless, of course, the goal is to transform this lively gathering into a full-blown funeral. I'd hate to be held responsible for snuffing out the very life of anyone who might have dared to provoke my wrath."

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.

Just a lighthearted jab. But the look on his face... the guilt that crept over it made me cringe. He cleared his throat awkwardly and scratched the back of his head, suddenly looking like a boy who'd been caught stealing fruit from a market stall. My laughter broke before I could stop it. "I'm kidding, Sargis. Geez. No need to take it seriously." He exhaled, a lopsided grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. "You're impossible." "Impossibly charming," I corrected with a wink.

I blushed and grinned. “Clearly, I would hope after all the sex you’ve had in your long ass life you could please a woman.” I tossed my head for good measure; in case he didn’t get my sarcasm. He did. He began to laugh, a low deep sound rumbling up from his stomach and slowly increasing in volume. His eyes crinkled at the edges with mirth as he looked down at me.

One of Vidarr's brows arches up perfectly, amusement flashing across his gaze. Of all the reactions, Soral doesn't expect him to laugh out loud, the deep sound seems to vibrate the atmosphere. Soral stares at him in confusion; he can only take it that the barbarian is not upset and that he also appears less threatening when he laughs. His teeth were pearly white, his canines appearing a bit sharper than usual, but he looked. . . handsome, in a rugged way. But why is he laughing, I've not said anything funny.

Zane had a sickening grin in his face as he met my eyes, his own darker pair shining with unconcealed amusement. “With pleasure.”