That Smile That Damn Smile Novels & Stories

Damn her! Eve glared at Amelia, her eyes bloodshot with hatred. If looks could kill, Amelia would've dropped dead on the spot. But Amelia just stood there, still smiling, that same calm, infuriating smile. It was like pouring gasoline on a fire. Damian froze for half a second. That smile was dazzling, it hit him like a ray of sunshine and left him momentarily breathless. But he quickly shoved the feeling aside. He had to stand up for his sister. Damian’s expression turned cold as he looked Amelia dead in the eye and said,

I tried not to smile, but something in me betrayed me because when he looked my way, I smiled back, big and stupid and fake but also not completely fake. It was the kind of smile that said, *yeah, I see you, and I’m not mad about it.* Damian noticed. Of course he did, he was the reason I was smiling. His jaw tightened, hand clenching around his pen like he was about to snap it in half. I saw it from the corner of my eye, and I don’t know why, but it almost made me smile even more. Knowing how much effect I have over him, knowing I could piss him off and trigger things in him gave me this surge of power I couldn't help but want to manipulate.

“ETHAAAAAAAAN!” He smiles. A soft, tiny, beautifully smug smile. And I know. I KNOW. I’m doomed. Completely. Utterly. Hopelessly doomed.

Damian casually mentioned as he nodded at one of the men in the dark and they immediately knew what it wanted. They stepped forward with a smile on her face.. “Let's fix that pretty face of his, Shall we?” Damian picked up a pair of pliers and smiled like a maniac. Not even his subordinates could stand the sight of that smile on his face.. “Don't come any closer!” The man screamed in fear as Damian moved closer to him.. “Don't worry it's not gonna hurt, okay?” Damian assured him with a scary smile plastered on his face but of course that wasn't true..

"Al-Alright. I am sorry." Damien stopped, causing Michelle to also stop in his tracks. His index finger lifted Michelle's chin, so they looked at each other. "It's okay. Smile, the money I spent will be wasted if it only makes you sad like that," he said, staring intensely with a warm and affectionate gaze towards her. Unconsciously, a smile was etched on her lips, making Damien smile too. "Keep that smile. Because you might look very sexy with that smile on your lips later."

he left her lips and gazed at her with a teasing smile “Liar!,” He continued smiling as he took her small hand in his and brought the back of it to his lips, placing a kiss at the back of her fingers “I never said I won’t kiss you if you continued with the act,” “Huh!,” she was rendered speechless in the face of his wide mesmerising smile She felt hypnotised by his bewitching smile and forgot all about her protest It was said that a beautiful woman with a mesmerising smile could have her way and get all that she desired, including escaping dangerous situations, however here, it was he who got away with everything he did because of that enchanting smile and drop dead killer look

Good luck surviving yours. Damian leaned in again, his voice a low rumble, deep against my ear. “The hell you two sayin’ with ya faces? I swear you’ve got a whole language going on.” I just smiled, sweet and innocent, and patted his chest playfully. “Girl code 121, baby. You wouldn’t understand.”

a shadow creeping into the room. I turned slowly. And there he was.... Damien stood in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, his eyes locked on me. His lips curved into a smile that wasn’t a smile at all....cold, sharp, deadly. A death smile. And it was meant for me. I swallowed, screaming inside as I looked at him. I wanted to ask him what he was doing here, but the words wouldn’t come. My voice was gone, my strength stolen, so I just kept staring at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

I smile. ***

The anger that had briefly flickered in his eyes slowly dissolved, replaced by something entirely unexpected. A slow, wicked smile began to peel across his lips. It wasn't a smile of rage. It was a smile of deep, profound fascination. He chuckled, a low, rich sound that vibrated with a dark amusement. He leaned down slightly, his face mere inches from mine, his scent of smoke and ash washing over my senses. "Well, well," Damian whispered, his silver-tongued voice carrying a dangerous warmth that made my skin crawl. "Look at the little bird, finding her claws. I must admit, Sophia... I didn't think you had it in you."