Twisted Smile Novels & Stories

he pinch his fingers together, leaving a small space in between. “What makes you think that man will stick around when he finds out what a sick twisted little bastard you are?” I find myself smirking, fighting the urge to punch this fucker in his face. Nothing can stray me away from my sweet boy. I know he’s darkest side and I love every inch of it. He must see what’s in my eyes because he smiles at me. I winked at him and he visibly swoons.

So, what was this now? Carter's mouth flattened when he saw Thalia giving that guy a beaming smile, a smile that never lost its effect on him. That smile was made for him, he was the sole owner of that smile, and it should be directed to him and him alone not to some nerdy asshole. Thalia hardly ever smiled when she was at the pack and most of her smiles were reserved around Kim, Carter still felt a shot of lighting pleasure each time that plush mouth curved into a smile but now his hands were literally twitching with an urge to claw that guy's eyes who was feasting on the smile that didn't belong to him.

It was a look that spoke of a man who revelled in pain, who found pleasure in the destruction of others. He paused, the spit sliding slowly down his cheek. His expression remained eerily calm, but his eyes held a dangerous glint, a twisted amusement that sent chills down my spine. With a slow, deliberate motion, he wiped his face, his smile never wavering. It was a smile devoid of warmth, cold and calculating, like a predator toying with its prey.

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.

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.