Sly Smirk Novels & Stories

I slump against his frame, and even if he grumbles, I can feel the light shiver in his essence as well. Chuckling, I push out a deep breath, “I prefer your mouth, though.” “Shut up,” he snarls, and I laugh. “Ay, ay, boss.”

He smiled and looked back at me with his eyes gleaming brightly. He looked really happy but I was wondering how anyone would like to see me immediately after I wake up. I mean I always look like a ghost. He's being sarcastic, right? I asked myself as I looked back at him but all I see is seriousness but with a smile on his face. HE LOVES ME!!! My brain just finally registered this! I can be really slow at times. Me????? Lawrence Basma loves me. Ahh, my heart can't take it.

Lying shirtless on this sαme bed. Right fucking here. Smirking αt the cαmerα. The sαme crooked‚ smug smirk he hαd given me. There wαs lipstick on his neck. And α womαn’s bαre leg resting over his wαist. My throat closed.

"Who said I'm done with you already?" Adriano questioned, a deadly smirk curling on his lips. Adriano's voice curled through the air like smoke from a dying fire, low, dangerous and impossibly seductive. His lips curved into that signature smirk, the one that made her stomach clench and her thoughts scatter like startled birds. It was the expression of a man who knew exactly what he wanted and had never once been denied it. Anny stared up at him, her brow furrowing as confusion flickered in her lust-dazed eyes. She tried to process the hidden meaning behind his words, her mind racing despite the fog of pleasure still clinging to her.

I was curious, so I put my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. "Why aren't you attacking me then?" I questioned. He said this while taking the emerald off the shelf and played it with his hands. "I could ask you the same thing. I sensed something different about you. I knew you were a vampire the second I saw you, but there was some calmness that I felt. It scared me, but at the same time, it intrigued me.” He smirked and asked, "Sy, short for Lucy?"

His smirk was infuriating. “Other things?” He started, voice laced with amusement. “What kind of other things we talkin’ about, huh?” He cocked an eyebrow, the tease barely masking his smugness. Kylie rolled her eyes. “This is useless,” she snapped, turning her face away from him, trying to create some distance. Her fingers curled into tight fists, nails digging into her palms to keep herself from launching across the room and wiping that smirk off his face. “Useless, huh?” Lysander chuckled, the sound low and rough. “Nah, sweetheart. I’d say we’re just gettin’ started.”

he flinched visibly as he understood how sinister and sadistic my smirk was. "my- I'm....." he tried to speak but I beat him to it, halting his words abruptly. "how about I make it happen again? and this time, I make y'all fuck yourselves while I watch? I'm sure you're gay as you barely ever fuck them hoes, hmm?" I uttered rigidly as my smirk grew more sadistic and devilish and I saw him stiffened in place as beads of sweat popped out of his head, face and hands.

And as a very satisfied smirk plays around the corner of my mouth, she only but smiles at me, “Wipe that smirk off your face.” Not hiding it for one moment, I only but confidently smile back at her, “What smirk?” “The one that screams I am going to have sex.” I cannot help but burst out laughing at her, “I did not know you get a sex smirk.” “Well, you do now.” “Then I am happy to have one on my face.” With the heat only but building between our anticipating bodies, she leans even closer, “If you are not careful I will put something else on your face.”

With a toothpick between his lips and hands buried in his pockets, he raised a single, sculpted eyebrow in question, silencing everyone. "Come on. Anything that you say to her," he paused, pushing himself off the locker and walking over, "You can say to me," he finished, his tone turning more menacing. "Hey S-Slim," she stuttered, looking flushed as he stood in front of her. I furrowed my eyebrows, confused by her sudden change in attitude. She had always been obnoxious to everyone else, but now, she seemed highly intimidated. Her cheeks turned red, and her friends slowly moved toward the nearest exit. Her boyfriend stood uncomfortably behind her, and I looked up at Hayden, wondering how he

She looked up with a start when she saw me, her eyes widening momentarily before a smirk played on her lips. The smirk – that was the first thing I noticed. It wasn't a genuine smile, not by a long shot. It was a practiced twitch of her lips, one corner curling upwards a little higher than the other, laced with a hint of smugness and something else I couldn't quite place yet. Maybe defiance? Maybe even a touch of… mischief?