Smile In Dark Novels & Stories

Benny mumbled. Dekunle's lips parted slightly in the dark, giving a beautiful smile.

He smiled, dark and wicked. “Good. Because we’re nowhere near finished with you yet.”

And Damien smirks, wicked and triumphant. “That,” he says darkly, “is exactly the sound I want to hear.”

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.

'Stay here' never made it out. "Oh, right!" I perked up. "I don't even know your name." His voice dropped, rough. "I don't have one. But... if you want, you can give me one." I scrunched up my face, thinking. "That's a big deal. Lemme give it some real thought." In the dark, I saw it—just barely. The corner of his mouth... lifted slightly, revealing fangs. The Chat Feed blew up. [Wait—did he just smile? Darkblood Count SMILED.]

Standing there, Exelle’s beautiful yet emotionless eyes transformed into crescents, accompanied by a wide, slanted smile on her lips. It was the first smile Dark had seen on her face since she acquired her trauma. “E-Elle,” Dark stammered, his voice shaking as he called her name, but Exelle only turned to him with a broad smile. “I bet he’s still sane. How disappointing,” Exelle said with a smile. Yet, no matter how one looked at it, her smile seemed like a mirage—empty and devoid of meaning. Her eyes, which mirrored her smile, looked like hollow containers, completely barren. “Ah, he still hasn’t changed,” Exelle added while watching the man inside the room.

I finally let him go and stood back to look at him. "Damn I'm glad to see you." I told him and smiled, now despite my dark persona and appearance I have been told that I have an infectious smile, blessed with the type of full lips most women get injections for, my smile is actually a bit lopsided, but is genuine and always touches my eyes. It was the type of smile people that always caused people to smile back. Which is exactly what Mark did, flashing me that killer smile that had spread more legs than a gynecologist.

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

“Please don’t.” “Oh. I definitely will.” Now he gives me one of his very rare grins. It lights up his face and softens the darkness in his eyes. I have to admit that when he smiles or grins, even out of malice, he actually is a handsome man. Not my preference perhaps, I’m not into bulky, sulking men, but he’s still handsome with his dark brown hair and deep brown eyes.

They're so happy that their little Blake didn't change despite having some mental issues. "Hey, you piece of lollipop! Do you have a plan of crashing our sexy bodies down!" The guy with specifically light brown hair on his left side chuckled. "yeah, I know I know! Everyone misses me cause I'm a living handsome!" He says as he pulls out from the hug. "Yeah, I agree! I'm a living god of handsome flesh!" Mino cheers while laughing at Blake's amused look on them, "don't you want to invite us!?" He asked.