Sly Smirk Novels & Stories

A slow exhale. And then, “I think it’s time.” I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. A sly smile curled onto my lips. I knew exactly what he meant.

*smirk* While my sweet little niece lets go visit them and give them a lovely gift that they won't forget said uncle Ryan. Oh, what a splendid idea. * evil smirk*

“The comments at breakfast, the way you look at me like you’re trying to figure out what I taste like—don’t even deny it, I see your face and now this! Do you wake up in the morning and think, how can I drive Lyra absolutely insane today? Because congratulations, mission accomplished!” He tilted his head slightly, watching me with that calm, infuriating expression like nothing I said could actually touch him. And then he smirked. Oh no. Not the smirk. The kind of smirk that made my stomach drop and my knees feel weird, the kind that was half amusement and half something darker that made my wolf go completely silent inside me. “Are you done?” Daren asked slowly, his voice low enough that it s

he said with a smirk. I felt my whole face burn up. “Would you like to try that, Sully darling? You can see my real kink then.”

Upon receiving their forced smile, Slyvester cleared his throat. "Ahem." He then picked up the pitcher of cold water from the table. "I noticed that your glass is empty," he said, looking at my father's cup. Suddenly, Slyvester spoke with a British accent. "Wud yu layka gulas of watah?" he offered with a smile. I was shocked and embarrassed. ‘What is he doing? This is so embarrassing!’ Despite his silliness, Slyvester still managed to look cute while smiling at my parents. They looked at each other in shock, unsure how to react to his odd behaviour.

his lip curls up on one side in a self-satisfied smirk, “With me.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and I cannot help but laugh. “Stop it,” I playfully swat at him. “I know what you’re doing. “And what…” Sly leans in, setting his hand on the table next to me, “Is it that I’m doing exactly?” He licks his lip and subconsciously I bite mine in response. Damn is sexy. It’s not fair that he’s so damn beautiful. “You’re trying to distract me,” Standing I place my arms around his neck. “So that I don’t worry.”

I don't have friends - I am not sure if that is something that I should be proud of. Well, it's not like I don't try to approach my classmates or try to interact. It’s just that I have a weird smile. No, it's not the type of smile that involves weird and rotten teeth - I have perfectly white and straight teeth. You see, my smile is fatal and dangerous. Just one look at these weapons and even the ferocious growl of a mountain lion would seem harmless. If this were a comic, I would call this attack: The Killer Smile.

He revealed, a deadly smirk dancing around the corners of his lips. "Perfect, I can't wait to see her out of our lives forever!"

“You disgrace my court.” Sylas pressed a hand to his chest in mock offense. “Disgrace? Oh, Valerius. Must you always be so dour? I come bearing excitement. A gift, really. And look how they whisper now, your little party has never been so thrilling.” His silver eyes drifted, finally landing on Chloe. He let them linger, traveling from her trembling shoulders to the faint quiver of her lips. A slow smile tugged at his mouth.

SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW. He pulled back a few minutes later, after lapping my juices while groaning every five seconds. He looks at me with his lips, and jaw drenched as a smirk graces his features. "You satisfied, sunshine?" He asked, licking his lips clean of my essence. I looked at him with half-lidded eyes, thoroughly satisfied as I lay languid on the reclined seat. Next thing I knew, I was greeted with the cold embrace of darkness as my eyes shut on their own accord.