That Smile That Damned Smile Novels & Stories

His smile sharpened, slow and dangerous. “Well, well. The game just got interesting.”

“You’re messing with me, aren’t you? I can never tell when you do that? Why don’t you smile or something?” Why don’t you smile. You wouldn’t believe the amount of times I’d heart this question. I gave him the answer I always did. “I don’t smile.” Simple and short. “But you do.” I looked at him. “Excuse me?” “You do smile. When you’re stepping on the skulls of your enemies. It’s a scary sort of smile.” I shrugged. “Guess that’s the only thing that brings me joy.”

I could never forget this figure person as he kept walking towards me…. A faint smell of smoke invaded my breath before a pair of coldest eyes was visible to me; he stopped just a step away from me holding slow burning cigar to his dark pink lips. Dim light entering from lobby were giving me faint view of his god crafted sharp face and his dark brown eyes that were glaring straight in my soul. “Where is my Daughter… ETHAN” I questioned however all I received in return was a Devilious smirk followed by a ring of thick smoke on my face.

A smile formed against his lips and he raised his gaze to take in her expression. Rolled eyes, parted lips. Damn it! She looked like everything he would fuck! His hand slipped deeper till they found her wet fold. “Damn it!!!!” He muffled into her boobs, her wetness clinging to his fingers. Isadora’s body clenched at the feel of his finger. Her toes curled, his subtle touch registering in her body in the form of a wave. Damian tore his lips from her boobs, glaring at her with parted lips. “Dripping for me like this… aren’t you just a slut?”

His smug expression only fueled my irritation. “Did you seriously just call me love while I was on the phone with Mika?” I demanded, stopping mid-step to glare at him. He glanced up at me, completely unbothered, and shrugged. “What if I did?” he said casually, a sweet, infuriatingly charming smile playing on his lips. I folded my arms across my chest, raising an eyebrow at him. “Oh, don’t play innocent with me, Damian. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

“Next, now that Excami was successful in pissing her brother off, she will smile like a Chesire cat— that smile from ear to ear and that would make the older Montague explode even more.” Basically, whatever Arthur narrates, the Montague siblings will do it like it was scripted at first. When Excami smiled from ear to ear, that definitely pissed Damian more. Damian then continued the fight by mentioning something embarrassing with regards to Excami. The ‘embarrassing thing’ was only mentioned with one word, to which only the two of them knew the context behind the word. The bickering between the two of them continued for more than a minute and Arthur was sure to narrate each scene.

“He doesn’t get to break me.” I marched back inside. Damien’s smile was pure predator. “Smart girl. Get on the table.”

The kind that never really dies. Then he smiled. A real smile. One I remembered. One from childhood. And suddenly I knew exactly what he was about to do. He was about to embarrass me. Even from beyond the grave. The realization hit seconds before the words did. “Now Damien.” I immediately closed my eyes. No. Absolutely not. Not this. Not today. The room already felt too emotional, too exposed, too vulnerable. I wasn’t surviving whatever came next. Not gracefully. Daniel’s smile widened. Even through a screen, he somehow looked amused. “I know you’re there.”

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.

He's such an idiot if her thinks she will fly away easily. "I hate when you do this." Damien frowned. "Do what?" "Act like you're the only one allowed to be in danger." "That's not what I'm doing." He defended. "It absolutely is." "It isn't." "It is." "It isn't." "You're impossible." "I know." The argument continued, then Damien suddenly laughed. she smiled. Because genuine laughter from Damien Voss was rarer than solar eclipses. "What?" His smile lingered. Small yet Beautifully dangerous.