Sinister Smirk Mga Nobela at Kwento

He smirked. Something dark flashed in his gaze. It was not friendly. Not at all.

My smirk widens. * * *

He seemed to be enjoying my embarrassment cause he bit a side of his lower lip and winked before giving me one of his sinisterly gorgeous smirks. Dios! This man would be the death of me.

"Goodbye then. Jamie, shall we go?" "Of course, Mother." He smirked, and for some reason, this particular smirk unsettled me. Sure, Jamie always smirked like an evil maniac, but this one seemed different—more smug, more sinister. It was his cliché giveaway whenever he’d done something mischievous. A fact he didn't know I knew. Now, I had a gut feeling that something wasn’t right.

His smirk curves, sharp and knowing. “Did you miss me?”

His dark suite accentuated his broad shoulders and toned chest well, his hair slightly dishevelled, rested some inches just above his dark orbs. As he took some steps closer, his height only became even more intimidating and I gulped, but I stood my ground and didn't move an inch back wards, instead I stared straight into his dark eyes. As if understanding that I was trying my best not to feel intimated, a slight smirk crawled to the corner of his perfectly shaped lip. This was the closest to a smile I had seen him done, my past life and now. His smirk was both alluring and unsettling, and it made my palms grow slightly cold in fear. I searched his eyes, trying to read his mind. Did he perha

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.

I instantly turned my face to the side in repulsion. “This will be the best for us,” he muttered to himself. My brows joined in confusion. I tilted my neck back slowly to face him. But my eyes turned to the size of saucers when I gazed at the corner of his lips which twitched upward as he flashed me his signature devious smirk. “Now you won’t be able to leave me”, he spoke in a spooky tone and dug his fangs into my neck. The next moment, an ear-piercing scream was heard in the mansion as he closed the door of my last hope.

Why was she not returning his friendliness? Bill looked at her fingers. His friendly expressions are now darkening. With a bite from the corner of his mouth, he set his gaze on her face and said, "Is it your best friend?" with a sinister smirk. A smirk that tightened her jaw and put a steel rod in her back, turning her spine freezing numb. She was forced to look right into his eyes. And what she noticed shuddered her. There were unsaid secrets, some evil and an alarming glance that turned her movements fragile.