Semblance Grimace Novels & Stories

His grin was shark like and fierce, the smile of an apex predator. I tried to match his grin but my heart was still sinking.

At the same time, the pendant Grandma had left me came alive as though provoked by the fake imitation before me, releasing a soft silver glow. A sharp pain shot through my forehead. Everything before me flickered violently. The smiling old woman instantly twisted into something horrifying. Her face split open from the middle. Dozens of crimson eyes appeared beneath the torn skin. A mouth filled with rows of black teeth slowly spread into an impossible grin. It whispered… “Almost…” Then it melted into the shadows and disappeared from my sight. I remained rooted where I stood, hot tears still streaming down my face. Although I had been only a step away from falling into its trap. I didn’t regr

he grinned. Eww...just how sick is this guy?

Mimi was starting to sound like a girlfriend already. Despite the rather intimidating brush of mustache above his lips, which granted him a countenance of grim maturity and an illusion of lonerism, his grin was as jubilant as a child’s. Even his pearly-white teeth were showing. Mimi even discovered another easter egg in his features: he had a cute little dimple—an unsuspecting little impression on his cheek—that somehow made him look adorkable! The more she considered him, the more she realized just how cute this mean-looking guy could be.

It was looking at me. Through the grainy, low-resolution feed, I saw its face—or lack thereof. There were no eyes, just a smooth, pale expanse of skin that seemed to be pulled taut over a skull that was far too wide. It tilted its head, mimicking the angle of Elias’s own head, and I saw a thin, jagged line open up—a mouth, or a wound—that curved into a horrific, predatory grin.

The resemblance was undeniable-the same grey eyes, the same curve of the jaw, the same dimpled smile that peeked out when she grinned. "This child..." one aunt stammered. "Nick... whose child is she?"

He stands up and starts pacing back and forth like a soon-to-be father outside the delivery room, cigarette smoke trailing behind him as immutable as water on a leaf of taro. “Oh how do I put this?” he asks out loud with frustration in his voice. Hearing the Grim Reaper show human reactions to stress feels eerie and utterly disorienting. “It is aggravating that I cannot put this predicament into your hollow human words.” Then, his eyes, through the spectacles of his mask, widen with glee. “I suppose for you to understand you must first see. And for you to see, I need to lend you mine own eyes. Very well…” Septimus floats inches from the floor, as diaphanous as a ghost ship with lace for sail

“Of all the people I expected to see in the middle of the apocalypse, you were… actually pretty high on the list. Not gonna lie.” His smile widened sharply and ugly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “Don’t,” I shot back immediately. “It’s not.” Grimlow’s eyes flicked over me then to Ashley, Lucius and finally Martha, like he was assessing value, calculating something in that twisted little brain of his. “What you’re witnessing,” he said, his voice almost proud now, “is my masterpiece. My creation. My genius finally realized.” I let out a short laugh, shaking my head.

He…he wanted… Trying to walk away, Aria stares at the ceiling as if trying to ask heaven for energy. " Wait ." He stops him and when he turns around I see his smile, a twisted Machiavellian smile, with that peculiarity of the left corner being higher than the right and a look with lowered eyelids. When I look at the portrait on the desk I see the Bouchers and Melody stands out with the same smile. It scares me but still trembling I turn towards the reflection in the window and although my eyes are sharp I try to smile and I see her too. We are Graham, all of us. The same twisted and sinister minds. I belong to them and that… makes me want to throw up.

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