Twisted Smile 소설 & 이야기

I smirk. ##########

I can't breathe. A hidden platform beneath the stage slowly lifts her up, like a corpse rising from the dead. And when she sees me, she smiles. Shit. That smile. It’s not just any smile; it’s the kind that takes your breath away, leaving you frozen in place. Her lips curve upward in a way that feels both intimate and electrifying, like a secret only we share. It’s a smile that reaches her eyes, making them sparkle with a mischievous glint, as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

Jones muffled, chuckling intermittently. He let out a smile again flashing his tobacco stained teeth(I really messed up in his storyline). I let a small chuckle as his smile reminded me of an emoji, the emoji's smile had all 36s showing in a funny manner. P.S: let's be reminded that the colour of his teeth and that of the cute smiley emoji can in no way,come into mind at this comparison, that subject is significantly abrogated from this context as we limelight the focus; the similarity between both smiles.

I thought he was shy of girls. “My ankle has twisted and you want me to smile even now?” I grit out, not frowning at him. His face is in another direction before he looks at me, letting me realize how close our faces are. I immediately jerk back, throwing a death glare at him. He smirks. “Then learn to smile through the pain, Hoor, it'll come in handy.” This bastard! “I don't want a stupid picture of ours in magazines,” he continues, letting my lips feel his hot breath as he speaks.

[Bianca] The more time I spent with this twisted man, the more I realized how normal Dante actually was. And that thought alone was terrifying. It was something in the way this one smiled—really smiled. Not the polite, performative grin Dante forced in pictures or social settings. This one truly enjoyed himself. From humming to a song that wasn't playing, whistling and smirking to himself as if life was one big private joke and I was the punchline. Worse of all, he was quite chatty. And in a vulgar way.

I don't have friends - I am not sure if that is something that I should be proud of. Well, it's not like I don't try to approach my classmates or try to interact. It’s just that I have a weird smile. No, it's not the type of smile that involves weird and rotten teeth - I have perfectly white and straight teeth. You see, my smile is fatal and dangerous. Just one look at these weapons and even the ferocious growl of a mountain lion would seem harmless. If this were a comic, I would call this attack: The Killer Smile.

Lucian leaned closer, staring straight into her bulging eyes, and then. A smile bloomed on his lips. It wasn't a human smile. No! It wasn't a normal smile. It was twisted... Empty... Psychopathic. So disturbing that everyone instinctively took a step back.

Pеrhaps it was timе to takе what shе could gеt, to slakе hеr thirst for affеction and physical comfort from whatеvеr sourcе would offеr it. Slowly, trеmulously, Sarah noddеd, hеr movеmеnts slight but carrying thе wеight of unspokеn acquiеscеncе. Tylеr's smilе widеnеd into a wolfish grin, and thеn his lips wеrе crashing against hеrs, hungry and dеmanding and uttеrly intoxicating.

My gaze darted towards Veronica, whose innocent wide-eye seemed a little too perfect. “Oh Olivia”, she choked out, her voice dropped with feigning concern. “How could you do this? I know you were upset about not wearing pink. But to cause such damage….” I looked around the room, seeing everyone’s disappointed faces and side talks about how much of a wicked twin I am. My fathers face flushed with embarrassment and stammered apologies. As the side talks continued , I felt tears stinging in my eyes. I tried to speak to defend myself but Veronica’s soft sobs cut me off.

“So does this make us official?” Alf asked, his voice soft as his thumb traced idle patterns over the back of my hand. I smiled at him, the warmth in his gaze drawing one of my own. “Yes, it does,” I said quietly. The corner of his mouth curved up, a small, genuine smile that made something inside me settle. He leaned in, and our lips met in a kiss that was gentle, patient, almost questioning. I let myself melt into it, allowing the comfort of his presence to wash over me. It was different from the chaos I had been living with, and for once, different felt good.