Smile Villain Novels & Stories

a slow, wide, genuinely crazed smile stretches across my lips. It is an expression I usually keep buried deep inside my mind— a wrong, venomous smile of pure, unadulterated malice as I look at Willow's innocent face. She thinks she is safe. She thinks her subtle poisons and Asher's brute force are going to carry her through this trial. She has no idea that the trap is already set. Unbeknownst to everyone else, Regis Nightshade turns his head slightly. Standing just two feet away, his dark, midnight eyes catch the exact moment my submissive mask falls away, catching the sharp, crazed smile stretching across my face in the dim morning light. I don't care that he sees it. It is time for the cur

The fabric parted, revealing her chest, and Ivy's face burned with a mixture of shame and desire. She was lost in his gaze, trapped in the depths of his intense eyes. Victor's hair was tied back, revealing the sharp planes of his face, and for a moment, Ivy forgot to breathe. He was the epitome of a villain, handsome and cruel, and she was powerless against his charm. "Little Smith," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "Stop whatever game is playing in your mind. My decision won't change, no matter what you do. And don't tease me, or you'll regret it."

Unless… The High Witch’s stoic visage gives way to a saccharine smile. If Evanora were here, she would remark that this expression is similar to that of Arielle Vane whenever she realised she was betrayed. She dubbed it the demonic smile, because if one were to look at her in that moment, you would see an expression akin to the spawns of Hell- utterly cruel, twisted and manic. I tried, mama. I really did. They’re the ones who want to die.

Instead of feeling remorse, his face lit up with a smug smile that sent shivers down my spine. That smile, oh how I despise it! It's a smile that holds so much power, a smile that seems to mock my every move. It's as if he revel in the knowledge that he possess control over every aspect of my existence. It's infuriating to witness his satisfaction, knowing that he hold all the cards, while I am left feeling powerless and trapped in his web of influence.

It was different from all the smiles she had shown Rose in the past. That smile was unrestrained, evil, and triumphant… Like a demon from the depths of hell, shedding its human mask and revealing its true nature at last.

He glared at me for what felt like a full minute, breathing hard, his chest heaving like he'd just run a marathon. Dramatic much? And then, slowly, deliberately, he smiled again. That same calculated, cold smile from before. Oh good. The villain speech wasn't over yet. "I know what you're trying to do," he said softly, his voice suddenly calm. He took a step back, raising his hands in mock surrender like he was the victim here. Yes, he'd figured me out. I was the real villain in this story. Definitely not the man who tears women's dresses.

I ranted and his lips twitched in amusement as I finished my little rant. "You make it sound like I’m a villain.” He murmured, that infuriatingly smooth voice of his making the words sound almost playful. I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest, “You are a villain, Zade. Who else would kidnap someone back to their own city?” “A villain, huh?” He tilted his head, his gaze darkening just a fraction as he leaned in slightly, “If I’m a villain, what does that make you?” “Your victim.” I shot back without hesitation, lifting my chin defiantly.

It looked really creepy. He raised a human hand. Seeing Ms. Anastasia, he gave a terrible smile that made all his teeth visible. His lips stretched unnaturally wide, revealing a row of yellowed teeth that looked like they hadn't been brushed in years. The corners of his mouth turned up in a sinister grin, and his eyes glinted with malice. It is a smile that sends shivers down the spines of those who see it, a smile that promises nothing but trouble and pain.

The love was dead, and in its place was a vast, bottomless ocean of pure, freezing contempt. A slow, deliberate smile spread across her bruised, blood stained face. It wasn't a smile of defeat. It was the smile of a woman who had finally realized that when you have lost everything, you are completely untouchable. What are you smiling at? Killian growled, a sudden, inexplicable knot of unease twisting in his chest as he looked at her expression. Valerie leaned slightly forward, her jaw tightening as she gathered the metallic tasting blood pooling in the back of her mouth from her split lip.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.