Sukuna Grin Novels & Stories

That part was missed by me for an important second, because all my attention had been taken hard by her. Her eyes were not just dark; they were two deep holes, empty, totally without light or any sign of human knowing. It was like staring into a deep hole on a night with no moon. The grin she had—it wasn't the playful look I remembered from long ago, or even a mean look of win. It was something not human, a scary, thin-lipped curve that showed a bad fun so deep it went beyond simple hate. It was the grin of someone who liked the exact taste of sadness. She raised her hand over his neck but he seems to be worried about something else.

He is not making this easy. She turns sharply to look at him—her jaw tight, her expression incredulous—and there it is. That grin. That look. God. He’s smirking at her with that maniacal smile—the kind that makes him look feral and otherworldly. It's the kind of expression that belongs to someone ancient and merciless, someone dragged out of the pit of hell just to destroy her. That grin of his, stretched with wicked glee, framed by his tousled dark hair and the low light casting shadows across the hollows of his face—it makes her stomach twist in ways it shouldn’t.

“It doesn't end with us Zhukov. You will pay for the sin of your father. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.” “I know you are probably pained but you shouldn't…” Then, I throw out a fist and my eyes widen when he easily catches it. His lips stretches into a grin as he tightens his grip on my hand that was still clenched in a fist and I fear he might break it. “Let me go.” I grit out. His eyes glints with sadistic malice and his grip on my hand tightens. Then, he uses his second hand to grab my head, pulling my bun. He drags me closer to the edge and pushes my head.

Sandy was so angry that she became incoherent verbally as she cussed Theodore. Suki could not help but grin. “Iv won’t spare him. Just watch the show.” Sandy chuckled. “You’re right.”

Jack said, pointing. I made a sour face as the creepy guy grinned with delight. He had his hair in one of those top knot man buns and he was actually small for a shifter, though he had very broad shoulders and a massive beard. His hair was a weird gray, almost silvery. I hoped I had it wrong, I hoped he was a human. I couldn’t put my finger on it but he just made me want to claw at him for some weird reason. “This question is actually for Grace,” he said, as he weaved through the crowd and came forward.

Three old‚ rugged‚ terrifying men with fαces thαt looked like they’d seen αnd cαused wαy too much pαin. “Took you long enough to wαke‚” one of them sαid. He hαd α deep scαr αcross his cheek thαt twisted when he tαlked. His grin mαde my skin crαwl. “Α whole dαmn dαy αnd you didn’t move. We αlmost thought you were deαd.”

My tone questions without having to say anything else. I turn back to look at him, the sweet smile from moments ago is gone. Replaced with pure sin slashed across his full lips. I watch his pupils dilate just slightly, enough to tell me whatever the grunting is, it’s no bad thing. “Frankfurter, you’re gonna love this.”

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

Just then, a strange addicting smell hit my nose like a thousand bricks. The smell was delicious, mangoes and coconut. And it just got stronger. And then, an incredibly handsome man walked down. He walked closer to my cell and i just stared into his cold green eyes. They were gorgeous not gonna lie. His eyes suddenly turned to fury and he started to speak with the most muscular tone i have ever heard. "So, you're the survivor of the Terror pack." Terror pack? Was that what alpha's pack was called? I just shrugged my shoulders.

One stepped forward. “Hi, darling…We heard that you got horny and needed help to relieve” One of the men bent down to face him. A foul smell erupted from his mouth as he put on a devilish smirk. Tiger in black ink claws to his neck, with tar lined teeth revolting Suman. “Well, we need help to relief as well”