Sonic Smirk Novels & Stories

A smirk forms on my lips. Such a good boy.

My own included. I bobbed my head, eyes returning to Venner and his smirk. I hated smirkers. There was just something about the expression that drove me so close to the edge I could barely stand it. And while Quaid was an expert and Ram, my demon friend, could pull off a rather impressive show, Venner had centuries to polish his, elevating his smirk to sparkly shine. Oh how I would have loved to rub it in the dirt and see how much stuck. "Mom," I said, not even trying to play nice. "You do know who this is, don't you?"

He just looked at me with that calm, infuriating smirk, like he was still in control even when I had his life in my hands. My grip tightened. Why wasn’t he afraid? “Pretty doll,” he murmured, folding his arms leisurely behind his head like he was watching a circus show. “What do you think you’re doing?” That smirk, I wanted to rip it off his face. “Wipe that stupid grin off your face,” I snapped, trying to sound fierce, but I wasn’t sure it worked. “Why should I?” he drawled, tone rich with mockery. “You’re entertaining me with your little display of sheer foolishness.”

I want allowed to sin. “Always.” he smirks.

And I love that his smirk is no longer on his face. Hear my inner slut roar! Game on, motherfucker.

A smirk formed on his lips. "Looks like I've quite made an exquisite masterpiece," he sexily uttered making Sumire's face turn red in embarrassment and she immediately submerged her body in the water filled with petals. "Yeah, you made one of a hell and heavenly art on my body." Sumire shyly said, curving her lips into a naughty smile that Mort broke into a sexy chuckle. "Making you scream in pleasure and smile is my favorite thing to do now."

It brightens their heart and makes their day. Am guessing same can be said and ascertained towards the all popular so called alpha Ron. He pull my pony tail further backwards. Am forced to raise my gaze. They again encounter avs collides his. Nothing really is changed. As always, his expression remains neutral and hardened. No emotions. Forever hardened, intimidating and threatening. He unexpectedly smirks. An akward smirks. My eyes broadens and twitch. Those ain't no mere smirk. They're extremely devious.

I liked the assurance in his voice, his confidence, the fact that he didn’t stutter or pretend not to see me. Most men would have panicked and stammered out apologies. Not Rick. Of course not. When I looked back at him, he was wearing that sly, incredibly sexy smile, and a warm feeling washed over me. “Stop smiling like that,” I said before I could stop myself. “Like what?” he asked innocently. “That,” I replied, pointing an accusing glance at his lips, “that smirk.” He slowly ran his tongue over his lower lip, his smirk deepening. “This one?”

Riven tilted his head, a sickening crack-crack of vertebrae echoing against the alley walls. A dark, jagged smirk pulled at his lips—the expression of a man who treated violence like a choreographed dance. "So," he began, the words rolling off his tongue with a lazy, terrifying ease, "which one of you wants the honor of being the first to hit the pavement?" he smirked . chuckling

He smirks like he just won. “What will it be, cousin?”