Sly Smirk Novels & Stories

My eyes fluttered open, a hint of annoyance bubbling inside my stomach when I saw the small smirk he had on his lips, his eyes glinting with pure amusement. “Get your own dessert.”

Trust me when I say that sometimes, my mouth runs on its own. I never realized what I was trying to say until I did say it out loud. A deep chuckle made me look back up. Ryder had one side of his lips crooked up in a nice smirk. I could physically see his body start to relax as he stared at me with an amused look in his eyes. Can someone eyes smile? His gorgeous eyes were doing exactly that right now. Wait a second! Gorgeous eyes? Nice smirk? What the hell was wrong with me? Since when were his eyes gorgeous and his smirk nice?

Hearing this, the crowd's gazes toward me turned even harsher. "An adopted daughter is just an adopted daughter. Even after being loved for so many years, she's still so petty." "With a father who'd sell his own daughter for cash, how decent could she be?" "If you ask me, she deserves to be sold off to some old man. At least they'd get rid of this troublemaker." Mrs. Scott Senior slammed her cane heavily on the ground and scoffed in contempt. "Now that Cam himself has said you're not the Saccone heiress, what more do you have to explain?

Bryan quizzed, brows furrowed, voice hinged and very well voiced. His eyes held contact with Missy, casting her a shadow glance, one he expected her to cower down to the sight. Missy remained calmed, a little smirk nudging her lips as her head tilted slightly to a side. “Are you ears roofied to the point they’re now unable to make out sentences?” Her eyes bulged forward, uttering in total sarcasm as her smirk slowly stretched to a full sardonic grin.

He glanced at Ava, his eyebrows shooting up in a mocking arc, as he flashed her a cocky, sideways smirk. The smirk twisted his lips, revealing a hint of his straight white teeth, and his eyes sparkled with a knowing glint, as if he thought he had stumbled upon a juicy secret. His gaze lingered on Ava, whose face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment, her eyes narrowing into slits as she prepared to respond to Clark's provocative jab.

I mused to myself, a triumphant smile onmy faces. As the argument between Charlotte and Dylan escalated, reaching a crescendo of emotions, I made my presence known with a calculated smirk. Stepping closer to the unfolding drama, I delivered my words with finality. "Sorry, Charlotte, but it's time for you to get the hell out of our lives," I declared, my voice laced with a hint of satisfaction as I asserted my newfound position in the tumultuous dynamics at play. The smirk on my face betrayed triumph, a feeling of empowerment that came from seizing control of the situation and asserting my influence.

" I admire it's speed, and I'll admit, it's really more than what we have requested. " I chuckled. " You can check it out if you want. " She smirked... seductively. ~~~~ She smirked... seductively. I think I should smirk seductively too... 😏😏😏 ❤️

What the fuck? Then, agonizingly slow, that lazy, devastatingly confident smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. He shifts his gaze from my white-knuckled grip on the blanket straight back into my eyes, and the electric gravity between us burns hotter than ever. The smirk on his face stretches into a full, devastatingly handsome grin. He leans back against my pillows, crossing his massive arms over his chest, looking entirely too pleased with himself. ”Wow…” Aiden draws out the word, his deep voice dripping with pure amusement.

"‌No⁠w, S‌loane.‍ Lick it off. E⁠very drop. Show Leon what a good girl you are." I didn't flinch‌. I didn't cry. Instead, I reached up. My tongue swept ac‌ross my upper li⁠p and the corne‌r of my mouth. I tasted him‌. I savor‌ed the salt and the h‌eat. I lic‍ke‍d the streaks from my cheeks. My gaze locked on⁠to Leon’s the entire ti⁠me.‌ I gave⁠ him a slow, devouring smirk. It w‌as a look that was dark, p⁠r‌edatory, and entirely ne⁠w.

But he asked with a deep and raspy voice, and his eyes held such hunger that made me want to be his meal; a meal he could spend hours after hours devouring. …so I shook my head. “No.” And he gave me his hot menacing smirk as he spreads my legs apart. The smirk... I didn't need a translator to know it means ‘I’m gonna wreck you, and you know it.’