Sly Smirk Novels & Stories

Not yet. Sly chuckled softly, looking up from the screen. "Yeah, you go in there guns blazing, and you'll be dead before you even pull the trigger." I glared at him “Fine,” I muttered, my voice dark but controlled. ---- The cold light from Sly’s laptop illuminated his face as he typed furiously, fingers dancing over the keys with eerie precision. His smug expression was something that always grated on me, but I had to keep my composure. I couldn't afford to let this asshole see that he was getting to me. Nikolia stood by my side, his presence a steady reminder, but I knew I was already teetering on the edge of control.

His golden eyes were bright, his smirk sharp and infuriating, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me. “You don’t look that pleased to see me, mate,” he said, his voice a dark purr, his thumb brushing against my jawline. My breath hitched. His smirk deepened. And I hated him for it.

He understands what being friendly is, but he couldn’t time a smile right to return the favor. Until he recorded all possible human expressions in his mind as much as he could, and could fake emotions better than the most human human. Human emotions are good. Better than rules. Rules doesn’t bend, but emotion? Emotion is the easiest to manipulate. Curving his lips into a smirk, Meph put a shade of tease in his eyes, just the perfect amount to push the rabbit a little more to the frantic side, but not enough to trigger any attack: “You mean the posters? Those are just paintings based on how people described me. It’s not my fault that your royal painter was not good at their job.”

Her face was tear stained and her puffy lips were turned down in a frown. He tried to smile at her to lighten things up, but he couldn't manage one. Finally he blew a sigh. "I can take care of that for you," Sienna offered lowering her eyes to his semi hard erection. When his eyes followed her path and it clicked in his brain at the same time, semi was replaced by full blown hard on. "What?!" he choked out. "I've seen guys get boners before because of me. Just wanted to know if you wanted me to help you out."

I retort softly. His mouth curled into a devilish smirk that could make any girl drop her panties right then and there. “And I’ll finish it, so don’t test me, malyshka.” Damn.

He just looked at me with that calm, infuriating smirk, like he was still in control even when I had his life in my hands. My grip tightened. Why wasn’t he afraid? “Pretty doll,” he murmured, folding his arms leisurely behind his head like he was watching a circus show. “What do you think you’re doing?” That smirk, I wanted to rip it off his face. “Wipe that stupid grin off your face,” I snapped, trying to sound fierce, but I wasn’t sure it worked. “Why should I?” he drawled, tone rich with mockery. “You’re entertaining me with your little display of sheer foolishness.”

I closed my eyes and sighed when he pulled away again. “It seems like I'm becoming a bad influence on you,” he said with a smirk. The corners of his lips turned up into a mischievous smirk and at that moment, he looked even more charming than ever. No wonder Clara was obsessed with the idea of getting him to notice her. A part of me didn't blame her. Left for me, I wouldn't doubt that Sylvester could get any girl that he wanted to. The sight of his face made many women crumble to their knees.

He said, his voice smooth and with that smirk at the corner of his lips, it was clear he was enjoying the position. “Get ready…” He said while staring at her lips, “... Little mate,”

And he just pissed the person not to be a mess with. I watch as Sully stumbles back, scared and trembling. But he let out a shaky-crazy...laugh? His laugh continued for a minute, and he went out of breathing as if there was no air in him. "That look!" He exclaims, still cackling. "That's the look I love the most. You and her share that same beautiful poisonous look. Your expression makes my whole body tremble, fear yet excitement like I'm about to cum." He licks his lips and starts to feel himself. "Show it again! Show me that look."

He looked at me, a smirk on his face and his eyes turned to its normal color now. “That’s one, baby, I got ninety-nine more ways to show.” he smirked, licking his lower lip as he watched my reddened face and chest. Oh, fuck it ‘cause this heat can take that ninety-nine.