Novel & Cerita Smiling Psychopaths Poppy Playtime

I will sway you and make you fall for me so I can reap your money and make you submit to me. Looks like the King of Playboys is back from vacation and ready for a new hunt… *Playboy Theo had an evil smirk on his face ass he stepped out of the building to go get some coffee* *Well… things just got more interesting. See you in the next chapter!*

Poppy entered and moved closer to Ray to snuggle with him but he pushed her away and clawed at her neck pinning her down at the bottom of the car “This is your first and last time you will lay your hands on Vivian, understand“ “Yes, I understand. Am sorry it won’t happen again my god“ “It better be because I hate to break those legs of yours“ Ray released her and turned back into his calm self, he can’t cry over spilled milk but he can stop such fights in the future. “Clean yourself up, we are almost there“ Poppy quickly got up and touched up her makeup, wanting to please Ray she smiled at him and asked if she looked okay and he nodded. That slut has her poison deep into Ray and she will hav

Every person who had underestimated me. I smiled, a cold, dangerous smile. They won’t see me coming. And then my phone buzzed, an unknown number. “Tonight, the first move begins,” a text read. I looked up, heart racing. The city lights outside reflected in my window, painting streaks of red and gold. Adrian was right. This was war. And I was already in it. The thought made my pulse race, fear, excitement, and something else I didn’t dare name. I was no longer just Nora Vaughn, the obedient daughter. I was a player. And Adrian Cole… he was both my ally and my storm.

That arrogant, conflicted, shame-drenched little hot shit. But the payment was real. The session was locked in and the system flagged it as his first. First times are supposed to be handled delicately. That's why I was called. But I don't plan on being delicate. Not with him. I read the card again. Alias: Moranorebel Level: Starter pack Notes: First timer. Mask preferred. No safe words provided. Eish. Another rookie mistake. They all think they are ready until they are not. But this one?

"What the hell are you supposed to be?" "Morty. Morty's an elf. Morty don't want to talk to you because Morty don't want trouble." "Don't pay attention to the stupid elf, he's a coward. The name's zeta by the way." she said then she walked in. She was pretty huge for a woman and she kinda looked scary with her shoulder length black hair, deep grey eyes and a snake tattoo on her arm. "I like to get to know to the prisoners before I kill them. Now, tell me bout urself"

They had pulled a comforter on both of them while Jack would peek from the duvet whenever the murderer would appear on screen. Daniel was trying to calm him down suppressing his laughter. He was enjoying Jack's frightening expressions. The second half was rather calm. Jack was getting brave as he pulled the duvet down a bit to breathe properly. Daniel had his arms around his tummy, rubbing circles. Suddenly an idea struck in his mind. He saw Jack immersed in the movie. He had a handful of popcorns and he was so focused that he forgot to take the bite.

“Just admit that you're afraid your crimes will be exposed?” Poppy sneered at Edwin, flashing him a condescending smile. Edwin's face flushed red when he realized Poppy was mocking him like that. Unconsciously, Edwin's ego was hurt because Poppy's words made his mind chaotic, and he couldn't keep his face straight to play his role. “Damn you! You should be grateful that I let you go. This time, I won't just stand by and do nothing.” The veins on Edwin's face began to show; his eyes were glaring at Poppy.

Even though Gian was such an annoying ass, he never failed to wipe away my irritation. I am not that shallow. My smiles were equal to gold—that means I only smile at those close to me. But when it was Gian, probably when Gian was around, it was so easy for me to smile. As much as I wanted to deny it, I still know by myself that this dull life of mine was getting lively whenever he was around me. What does this asshole get in him that he made me feel this way? “So, is that smile means you are not annoyed at me anymore?” Gian jokingly said.

“I promised you would drip on my face, how do I look wearing your cum?” “You look…” “Say it.” he urged dominantly, grabbing my neck. “You look like a bad boy.” A gentle grin appeared at the corner of his lips, but I couldn't help but notice that the smile was not as gentle as it looked. “Now what do bad boys do?” “They..” I swallowed, knowing that I had broken the rules for the second time. “They punish bad girls.” I completed, and he smiled Impressively. “On your knees.”His command cMs hotly and the smile on his face vanished drastically.

[Bianca] The more time I spent with this twisted man, the more I realized how normal Dante actually was. And that thought alone was terrifying. It was something in the way this one smiled—really smiled. Not the polite, performative grin Dante forced in pictures or social settings. This one truly enjoyed himself. From humming to a song that wasn't playing, whistling and smirking to himself as if life was one big private joke and I was the punchline. Worse of all, he was quite chatty. And in a vulgar way.