That Smile That Damned Smile Novels & Stories

It was clearly filled with rage. Damian turned slowly toward Marchello and gave him a smile that chilled the air. “You must be doing well,” Damian said pleasantly. “To speak so freely.”

Lina swallowed everything leaving no drop as she stared at Damien smiling and chuckling. Damien smiled gripping her neck, "What a little kinky toy, you deserved the punishment and next time…If it happens again, I’m going to fuck you while they watch, understand?" "Yes Daddy."

Yeah, just like that everything freezes even my God damn breath, my heart flutters. Damn it! she smiles at me... fuck! that’s the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. I can’t help but smile back. She arches one brow as if saying what’s wrong? I shake my head then she focuses herself to the minister. “Hmm...that smile. she smiles at you, we really have to talk later cuz. I’ll never let that one go. Over my dead body.” Not today. Not ever. I won’t let him get into me.

"Look, I even cut my index finger while smashing those bottles." The camera cut to Theodore crouching in front of her. His long, slender fingers held a bandage, which he carefully pressed onto her fingertip. He then lowered his head and pressed a restrained kiss to her finger, his voice low and husky. "There. It doesn't hurt anymore." Calista stared at the screen, feeling as if the wound on her head had been ripped open again and doused with a bottle of alcohol. The phantom pain was so sharp it left her fingertips numb.

He said before smiling. My stomach flips as soon as I saw how he smiled at me while his arms are being leaned on top of the counter. I hate how everything around us moves in slow motion once again and I am here—slowly being swayed by the kind of smile and stare that Damian is giving me. I am being held back from my reverie when Tito laugh, giving his phone to Damian. I blink thrice while clearing my throat—giving little glances at Damian whose brows now are formed into a straight line, shaking his head while looking at his Dad.

“Ah. So it is about her. You always had a weakness for broken women.” “Where is she?” I asked again, my voice devoid of emotion. “You should not be making demands,” he smiled in a calm manner. Damien will be here soon, and when he arrives he’ll rip you apart like a wild animal. He’s tracking you anyway. He should be here any second now.” Then I smiled at him… It was just a smile — the kind of smile any normal person would give. “Damien won’t be coming.” He blinked. The smile on his face wavered. “What do you mean?”

“…was that amusement?” “No.” “That’s twice now.” “You’re imagining things.” “Sure.” But this time— When she smiled— Damon actually smiled back. Small. Brief. Real. And somehow— That felt more dangerous than anything else so far.

They both knew the answer. Lucas exhaled through his nose, shaking his head as he gazed at Damien "You have got some nerve, Damien and I love that.” “I wouldn’t be here if I had another choice.” Lucas studied him for a long moment in silence . Then, slowly, he smiled. And Damien hated that smile. He wasn't comfortable with the way Luca smiled. He wasn't sure if the smile was a yes or a no. Because it wasn’t warm. It wasn’t nostalgic. It was cruel.

A cruel, bone-deep smile crept across his lips. “Your turn.” --- Damian's boots echoed across the stone courtyard as he approached Rose, his jaguar licking its bloodied muzzle in the background. She flinched at every step, her chains rattling as she instinctively tried to recoil. But there was no escaping him. Not anymore. When Damian finally stopped in front of her, he crouched—his eyes level with hers. There was no fury on his face. No hatred. Just a chilling calmness more terrifying than any roar of an

“You mean… you really went there?” Ethan gestured, his look moving to the flares of the fire. “We found the heart of the chasm, the source of the darkness that's been tormenting us. But it's very powerful, Clara. We scarcely made it out alive, and Miriam… she didn't.”