That Smile That Damn Smile Novels & Stories

My free hand moves to my lower region. I bite my lip as I slip a finger through my fold — just to get the feel of it. I almost scream. Damn. Good thing I’m biting that lip. I smirk secretly, thinking that Damion will make a fortune writing books like ‘Cockiness 101’ or ‘Getting Laid For Dummies’. No, wait, ‘The Smile That Drops Panties’. “Sorry, the what?” he chuckles softly, and I curse my freaking mouth for not using its filter again.

he said with that familiar smile. “Damien,” I growled.

Damien had a sinister smile on his face. He meant it.

And I froze when she said the next sentence. "YOUR SMILE..... IS BEAUTIFUL." .......................................................... Can you believe it? Justin actually smiled?

I said with a bitter smile on my face. “ARI!!!” He yelled. “WHAT???” I shouted back, breathing heavily. We didn’t say anything for a while and just kept staring daggers at each other like this was some sort of staring competition until Damian wore that stupid smirk on his face again. “What’s even funny to you at this moment?” I asked, rolling my eyes. Could he even ever stay serious for just a few minutes? “I know what you’re trying to do this woman.” He said, still wearing that smirk on his face.

"I think I'm done." Damien looked at my painting. "I look like a potato." "You look like a handsome potato," I said, grinning. He laughed, shaking his head. "Yours is beautiful." I looked at his painting again, then at him. "It's terrible." "Then why are you smiling?" he asked, stepping closer. I looked up at him, a grin on my face. "Because I love it." He smiled, his eyes warm. "We should frame them."

As soon as the call ended I cannot help the smile on my face, Damn love is fucked up.

He grinned. Damien kept staring at me smiling sweetly. I knew behind those smiles was something fishy. I knew Damien was up to no good. " What is the punishment? “ I managed to say after trying to brainstorm many things at the same time. Damien kept smiling and allowed me to nag before touching my lips. Damien touched my lips with his thumb and gently ran his thumb through it. " Patience Irene, you will find out at dinner “ he leaned over my shoulder and whispered.

I shot him a glare over my shoulder… only to see that damn grin. Grinning. GRINNING! For the first time. Well... damn. Who would’ve imagine? Even the devil knows how to smile.

Instead of feeling remorse, his face lit up with a smug smile that sent shivers down my spine. That smile, oh how I despise it! It's a smile that holds so much power, a smile that seems to mock my every move. It's as if he revel in the knowledge that he possess control over every aspect of my existence. It's infuriating to witness his satisfaction, knowing that he hold all the cards, while I am left feeling powerless and trapped in his web of influence.