Smiling Psychopaths Poppy Playtime Novels & Stories

Dante stood beside me, hands in his pockets, looking almost sheepish. "Is this okay?" "It's perfect." "Marco suggested it. Said we should turn the place where everything went wrong into something good." I leaned into his side. "Marco is smarter than both of us." "Don't tell him that. His ego is already unbearable." I looked around at the bright walls, the new windows, the teenagers playing basketball in the back lot. This was the future. Not blood and secrets and whispered threats, but something open. Something honest. "You've changed," I said.

He caught it easily, his smile never wavering. "Don't hold your breath," I huffed, unable to hide my own smile. Damien's grin only widened. "For you, Rosabella? I'd wait an eternity."

He smiles back having successfully riled me up like the psychopath he is, constantly trying to make me look back once I don’t run things through him or do exactly what he wants he always does this as a form of punishment. “Let’s sit down for dinner.” She says attempting to diffuse the already bubbling situation at hand. I look away from him doing as I’m told and sitting on the opposite side of her, regretfully also beside him. From the smile and look he gives me I can already tell this isn’t over. It’s going to be a long and eventful dinner, just like old times.

She said and I felt like the happiest girl in the world. My cooking didn't go wrong after all. "Wow. I am so happy to hear that, but why didn't you make that face at first?" I asked and she furrowed her brows. "What face?" She asked. "Like you didn't like what you tasted." I said and she laughed. "I wanted to pretend I didn't like it, but it was just to awesome to pretend, so my act was neutralized." She said and I looked at Jace happily. Who also smiled back like he wanted the corners of his mouth to touch his ears.

Suddenly I was engulfed in a warm embrace, I was a little shocked. It was Tristan, somebody placed a hand on my shoulder. It was Poppy, the shy girl who keeps things to herself only. She was the daughter of the senator, and her mother was a very famous painter. She smiled at me, which was weird because she never even looked at anyone else. “If you want to cry, you can. We saw what happened inside. I told you they are crazy.” Tristan said. “They are mean but don’t cry. There are people who bother me too, but I never give them the satisfaction of hurting me.” Poppy said while sitting beside me.

He chuckled then said without thinking “You should tell your teachers to give you more breathing space with those kind of things.” I gave him a dark look then jerked my chin at the group that was listening intently “Tell it to those idiots before they get too drunk to give a shit.” He gave me a smile then said to them “Try to give a shit sometimes will you?” I grinned at my boss who winked at me and said “Give me that song from Inner circle will you?” My grin broadened before I typed in the requested song, Games People play. The band came in at eleven pm, the group of educators were drunk beyond belief, it was partially my fault. I kept on urging them to do shots. I high fived the band then

I was a sociopath, and I didn't care much for things that didn't benefit me. "Time to sing like a canary, mommy."

I need them alive and crazy to retain my position as the best psychiatrist that ever lived. Hahahahaha! Yes, to more crazy people! Fill the world and make me rich. I was interrupted from my thoughts by the clearing of a throat. I looked up and saw that the lawyer was watching me with a bit of fear in his eyes. That was when I realized that I had been smiling happily all the while I was reading the document. My grin turned to a smirk as I stared the man down. He must think I am crazy evil for grinning while reading the biography of a crazy ass arsonist. Well, I don’t give a crap. I am crazy!

As he drinks his coffee next to me, he just watches me make my banana bread toast in amusement. I take a few bites and put the toast back down, for he's glaring at me intently to the point that he looks like a creepy psycho. I try to remain amicable and plastered a sincere smile. I have to make it believe that I'm calm and not feeling uncomfortable, so he would let me go. I need to pretend that he didn't sucker punch me like an asshole, that he is. I broke the silence and offered my other toast, which he gladly took. He gives me one of those charming smiles.

He rolled up the paper and tried to throw it at Lizzy. The girl immediately noticed. She immediately shook her head at Asher, who put his finger to his lips, telling her to be quiet. During the accident and knowing Lizzy's news left, Asher continued to be gloomy, but at this second, his lips pulled slightly, the muscles of his lips tightened somewhat. He smiled after he barely recognized smiles lately. The shy girl reads it, and it looks like she is holding her smile. Lizzy has never been nervous like that. Indeed Lizzy's soul is switched.