Smile Villain Novels & Stories

I asked and he looked at me, grinning wickedly. "Stop grinning like that, you look like a villain," I said, and he deepened the grin. Tristan burst out laughing seeing his reaction. He didn't look like a villain, he looks more like Tristan whenever he grins, with that thought, I smiled in my head. "Really mom? Do I look like a villain? If so, I'll join the school drama club and apply for the role of villain. I love villains." He said, rolling his eyes and smiling mischievously.

So, he calmly replied, "Oh my. My plan was busted." Goosebumps appeared on Slyvester's skin. Vincent pored at him and smirked. When it comes to being grumpy, Terban tops the list. If it's silly, Chaylen should take the rank one. But when it comes to being so cunning, then Vincent will take the crown. Vincent is one of those ardent guy who has yet to make plans to back down quickly. "Do you think I'll stop?" Vincent smiled. "As long as you are not married, I will be the great villain of your life." An evil grin spread on his lips.

Damian casually mentioned as he nodded at one of the men in the dark and they immediately knew what it wanted. They stepped forward with a smile on her face.. “Let's fix that pretty face of his, Shall we?” Damian picked up a pair of pliers and smiled like a maniac. Not even his subordinates could stand the sight of that smile on his face.. “Don't come any closer!” The man screamed in fear as Damian moved closer to him.. “Don't worry it's not gonna hurt, okay?” Damian assured him with a scary smile plastered on his face but of course that wasn't true..

I was working on the way the sunlight illuminated the delicate veins in a rose petal, trying not to think of how I’d once seen it do the same to Illyrian wings, when the doors opened. I made a good show of appearing lost in my work, hunching my shoulders a bit, angling my head. And made an even better show of slowly looking over my shoulder, as if the struggle to part myself from the painting was a true effort. But the battle was the smile I forced to my mouth. To my eyes—the real tell of a smile’s genuine nature. I’d practiced in the mirror. Over and over. So my eyes easily crinkled as I gave a subdued yet happy smile to Thomas .

“You’ve got a mouth growing on you lately. And how can you smile and say such a mean thing while inviting an innocent pup?” “Hey Ava,” Celia said, picking the she–wolf from the floor and lifting her high so that she began laughing. That seemed to have broken the spell for the others. The older avoided Marcel and flocked to Celia, but the younger and more ignorant were trying to climb the Alpha like he was a tree. For a moment, Marcel wasn’t Marcel. He was wearing a smile that was too real—too emotional as he studied the pups. Then the smile suddenly disappeared. “There’s too few of them,” he noted.

Vincenzo’s smile unfurled at her words, slow and almost lazy, spreading from his lips to his eyes with a razor-sharp confidence. There was something insolent in that gesture, something that provoked and commanded all at once. It was the kind of smile that set Vittoria’s blood ablaze—not just with anger. Because, as much as she loathed to admit it, that damned smile pulled her in. It infuriated her with its arrogance, its certainty, the way it read her and prodded her, knowing exactly how to strike without even lifting a finger.

If the dentist also happened to be a chain smoker with a taste for kidnapping it smelt like a bad day at the dentists office. With a smirk on his lips Victor stood leaning against a dirty table. His hair which is typically slicked back with an almost unnatural precision had a few stray strands out of place and his typically immaculately tailored suit was a little rumpled. I doubted he would appreciate the remark but it was proof that even villains have bad hair days. Behind him stood two stout men who appeared to have just stepped off a wrestling contest. While one was using a toothpick to pick his teeth the other was using a cloth that suspiciously resembled a dishrag to polish a rather int

A burning cigarette settled between his fingers and he blew out the smoke from the cigarette, slowly and deliberately. His lips curled into a smile and his lips pressed into a thin smile. Evil. “I will be here, Sunshine…” Laughs in sarcasm. “When you Mr right become the only wrong that will ever exist.”

He's such an idiot if her thinks she will fly away easily. "I hate when you do this." Damien frowned. "Do what?" "Act like you're the only one allowed to be in danger." "That's not what I'm doing." He defended. "It absolutely is." "It isn't." "It is." "It isn't." "You're impossible." "I know." The argument continued, then Damien suddenly laughed. she smiled. Because genuine laughter from Damien Voss was rarer than solar eclipses. "What?" His smile lingered. Small yet Beautifully dangerous.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.