Sonic Smirk Novels & Stories

The smile that curves his lips reaches his eyes, a spark of mischief lighting them up. “I am all yours,” he smirks, leaning in until our foreheads touch, his breath warm and steady. "So why would I stop you?" “Well, since we’re leaving things to time, we might as well make the most of right now, don’t you think?”I meet his gaze, a playful glint in my eyes His smirk widens, the lines around his eyes crinkling as he gives a soft chuckle. "I couldn't agree more," he says, his voice dipping to that familiar, low rumble that sends a thrill down my spine.

I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I saw the way his shoulders set and the predatory smirk that played on his lips. He hung up and walked back to me. He lowered himself, leaning in close until his breath hitched against my ear. He pressed a very reassuring, firm kiss to my forehead. "What was that about?" I asked, looking up at him. "What’s the smirk for?" "It's a surprise, Syd," he said, his voice vibrating with a dark kind of excitement. I chuckled, though my heart started to beat a little faster. "You know I don't like surprises, Cam. I like being in control."

he whispers,that annoying smirk replaced by something else, something darker. My stomach churns, disgust and anger flooding me. Without thinking, I yank my gun out and fire, the bullet whizzing past his left ear, close enough to make his hair flutter. Finn flinches and his smirk vanishes for a split second. “ That's a warning, bastards!” I growl. “ Say something else and I won't miss again.” He recovers fast but I see the shake in his hands as he curses. “ Crazy bitch!”

Nick smirked. Next moment, his face blocked her view of the sky as he loomed over her. An amused smile on his face that made her scowl deeper. He brought his fingers to her mouth and traced her lowerlip with his thumb. His amused smile turning gentle and placid. "Stupid enough to buy you a land on the moon if you told me to," he admitted in his deep husky voice. It took her a moment to comprehend his words and when she did her features softened in awe. This man knew just how to make her heart flutter.

A warning. And then Logan’s lips curved. Not in defiance. Not in anger. But in something else. A smirk. Slow. Seductive. He understood. And he liked it. "Can't do it?" Logan asked with a seductive smirk

Across the table, Simon let out a low scoff, the kind that cut sharper than a slap. Then he stood. The sound of his chair scraping back pierced the silence, followed by sudden, raucous clapping. My head snapped toward him, my breath catching. A manic smile stretched across his face, his eyes gleaming with something icy, dangerous. The sound of his hands smacking together echoed through the room, each clap colder than the last. It was mockery, pure and deliberate, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop further with every beat. And then—just as suddenly as it had begun—the clapping stopped.

I state. He smirks for the whole nation—a beamy, gelid smirk that riles my demons. After he is done smirking to only him and the devil knows what, he takes slow, dreadful strides towards me. He closes the gap between us, leaving nothing but space between us. His arctic eyes are fixed on nowhere else but my loatheful ones. I stand unthreatened beneath his tall frame as we stare at each other like two lions, ready to slit each other’s throats.

He half smiled, half smirked in her chest. He playfully and agonizingly turned to me with that silky smirk still plastered on his face. What a jerk. He probably sensed my presence a fucking long time ago but still had to finish up with that cheap slut of a female dog. I averted my gaze trying so hard not to blink because just a few more blinks would send a tear streaming down my cheeks. Damian sighed. ''Oh Sky, Sky, Sky. Didn't someone teach you how to knock?'' He slurred, his voice coming out husky and quite unclear.

Meanwhile, I was trying to stay submerged up to my chin, praying a family of ducks would adopt me before my dignity flatlined. “Stop smirking,” I snapped. “I’m not smirking.” “You’re always smirking.” I jabbed a finger at him from under the water. “That’s your face. Permanent resting smirk.” He tilted his head, water dripping from his hair down his annoyingly perfect jawline. “And what’s yours? Permanent resting glare?” “Better than looking like an underwear ad reject,” I shot back. He actually chuckled. Low. Dangerous. The kind of sound that curled low in my stomach and made my wolf perk up like, Yes hello, can we have more of that noise please?

he smirks, ever the asshole. I flash him a smile and flip him off. “Fuck you.” “I’d love that; trust me,” Ryker winks, leaning in until his face is just inches from mine and licking his lips seductively. His delicious cinnamon scent fills my senses, and I can feel his breath warm against my skin.