Sukuna Evil Smile Novels & Stories

“These photos are so ridiculous! There’s no way I’m letting you frame them!” “I think it’s cute,” Damon teased, his voice laced with mischief. “Don’t you think your clumsiness has its own charm?” Dean was almost speechless. “That’s your idea of charm!” They bickered back and forth, but in the end, Dean couldn’t stop Damon from getting his way. Looking at the smug smile on Damon’s face, Dean suddenly realized something. The smile was somewhat similar to Chen’s, but it carried a completely different flavor—Chen’s smile was like sunlight, warm and healing; Damon’s smile, on the other hand, was like a flame, direct and intense, filled with an undeniable passion and sincerity that couldn’t be ign

One of the men said. "End your lives? Your lives are worth nothing,and you are rest soldiers. Even if you died, it wouldn't affect your master, so why should I kill you? There are many ways to make you suffer here, I'd take it as interest on all of the things that Trevor has done so far," I smiled sinisterly as I said this. The men looked at each other, and I could see a trace of fear on their faces now. I stepped into the dungeon, a dagger in my hand. Holding the face of the man who spoke, I made sure to cut his face as gently as possibly. Not so much that it would deliver a big injury, but enough that it hurt him like hell.

This time, the cheap lock gave way with a loud, cracking noise. The sight that greeted her made her blood run cold. Siron was half-bent over the sink, his hands seemingly stuck inside the mirror, the surface of which was now rippling like black water. His whole body was trembling violently, pulled by an invisible force from behind the glass. His face was corpse-pale, his mouth agape in a silent scream. On the mirror's surface, the blood symbol Siron had drawn glowed with a malevolent red light, and from within it, a pair of burning crimson eyes stared out in triumph.

"What did you say?" I smiled and pressed my hand to his chest. Using the tip of my tail, I lifted his chin and exposed his vulnerable throat. I leaned in to examine him closely. "I said, I like you." There was no fear in Chad's eyes when he saw my nonhuman form. Instead, affection filled his eyes. "You like me?" he panted. "Why?" I bent down and peppered a trail of kisses on him. "A succubus doesn't need a reason to like someone. It's just attraction, instinct—a desire that surges the moment I see you.

"Good Piper,very good." "Ammm.... Can you please smile Ah-In." Mrs Blessing says politely. "I am smiling." Ah-in groans, obviously struggling to keep her posture. "Okay ....." Mrs Blessing draws out. "Try harder, let's see your beautiful teeth." Ah-in streches her lips to reveal a set of white teeth, her smile more a deadly glare. She really ain't cut out for smiling, she automatically looks like a psychopath with that smile on. "We sure need to work on that smile of yours." Mrs Blessing confirms, she sure saw what I did.

“You are no Luna! You are a harlot! A murderer! A SUCCUBUS!” With a shove, he finally lets go of my scalp and bends over to pick up a burning stick. Waving the flaming torch barely inches from my face, the smoke fans around me drowning me in the billows of its black fumes. I cough violently. Through the smoke, I see the Beta’s thin lips curl up into a smile that never quite reaches his eyes. I have neither seen nor felt such evil before.

The smile was still on his lips, making him look extremely gentle and handsome, but the words coming out of his mouth sent shivers down all four people's spines. "You know... humans kind of taste like pork. The taste varies though. You have to take into consideration the gender, age, the part of the body you are going to eat... The method of cooking could also change the way humans taste." The terrifying words that were irrelevant to what was going on at the moment, were said in such a calm voice and the still present smile on his lips while lovely looking at the small kitten in his arms, scared the three boys shitless. Even Kim forgot all about how handsome Jake looked at the moment. Her le

His face shone with the evil smirk and his eyes darkened mysteriously. “One down, one more to go!” The man threw his head back and let out a devilish laugh, looking at the photos of Viaan and his family entering the premises of Paradis d’Amour on his tablet's screen.

Not even the eeriest face on earth, which stood only a few feet away from me, could evoke a fearful response from my depressed zombie brain. “Greetings, little duckling. You have arrived on time.” Madame Long opened up with the creepiest grin. It only missed her ears by a mere inch. I didn’t know she could smile so wide. Also, her rotten teeth were an eyesore. My brain may have become immune to many things, but not disgust.

It called itself Echo. It wore Damian’s face with eerie perfection—the same sharp jawline, the same intense eyes, the same scar on its chest visible through the open collar of its black suit. But the smile was wrong. Too calculated. Too empty of the fire that had defined the real Damian through every hell they had survived.