Sinister Smirk Novels & Stories

Damien had a sinister smile on his face. He meant it.

Fuck! Fuck!!! It wasn't the plan, I swear it wasn't. I had no intention of doing anything with Antonio anymore, but he just had to seduce me! The fucking bastard. I had watched as Antonio walked out of the studio, with the stupid smirk I wished I could slap away. That smirk meant a lot of things, and I hated it, I hated every bit of it.

He smirked, his gaze scanned every corner but was staring ahead, his eyes gleamed ebony, a hint of umbra flowing through them. He listened to their sniffles, their pleads, their curses but smirked in delectation as those shrieks brought him nothing but indulgence, he ran his tongue over his reddish lips, curved into a highfalutin ogle.

'danger and darkness'. All 3 men walked inside the hall with their demonically gloomy aura. Everyone just stared at them completely silent and wordlessly, until that deadly silence get broken down by that voice. "Welcome, Mr Sinister Rodriguez," Those who didn't know who he was slightly gasped hearing that name because they have heard about that name and its viciousness, but they were seeing the owner of that name for the first time in their life. The corner of his lips slightly tugged upward, forming a cavernous smirk on his enchanting face by witnessing his surrounding reaction and by watching the owner of that voice.

All they’ll see is a pattern. Our eyes meet as I pass. She smiles. Not a polite smile. Not nervous. An evil, satisfied little smirk that curls one corner of her mouth and stays there. They pull me forward before I even have a chance to react and the door closes behind me. I don’t look back, but I know exactly what that smirk means. She talked. And whatever she said just buried me a whole lot deeper.

It was he who should be consumed by remorse, haunted by the lives he had callously destroyed. A tense silence hung in the air. His eyes bore into mine, a sinister glint dancing within them. And then, as if conjured by some malevolent force, a small, devilish smile crept across his lips. It was a smile that sent shivers down my spine, a chilling prelude to the storm that was about to break.

His smirk returned, dark and knowing. “We’ll see.”

I returned my darkest, most mischievous smirk which made her eyes widened in horror and made her move back. “You think?” I asked seductively, putting my hand on the wall, staring down at her dainty body, increasing my desires to touch it. She gulped at my sinister smirk which pleased me. “Stop. Don’t do this…” She whispered breathlessly. Distressed at my overwhelming presence. Holding her chin, my smirk was replaced by pure seriousness. “If I was silent all this time didn’t mean you do whatever the fuck you want.” I growled, forcing her to stare into my intense eye to realize she made a terrible mistake.

There, in the darkest part of the room, his glowing red eyes connected with my green ones. “Run along now," I warned the young lad. “And get some water," I finished. With my eyes paired with my mate's, I walked towards him. The crowd parted like I was Moses, and they were the Red Sea, clearing a path, so I could go towards him. Sitting on his chair made of his victim's bones, he leaned forward. My eyes adjusted to the darkness of the corner. The smirk he had on his face, which some would call a smile, was a Sinister sign of how wicked and dirty his heart and mind were. He grinned wider, moving his hand to his trousers.

A slow, dark smirk played on his lips. "What do you think?"