Twisted Smile Novels & Stories

, he asked. Immediately after he asked, my stomach growled in response before I could say anything, and that made Alexander smile. It was not a smirk, a mocking smile, a sinister smile, or an I-know-it-all smile. It was a genuine, heartwarming smile. He found my stomach growl funny, while I found it embarrassing. The smile faded in less than fifteen seconds, but at least there was progress. He had not held back from smiling, trying to press his lips together even when they tried to curl up, like he had done before. He did not maintain a straight and expressionless face like he normally did, or smirk like he was my evil superior who found more ways to demean me. So, yes, I liked that he smile

I stood there, rooted to the spot as his gaze bore into me. And then he smiled. That lopsided, twisted smile of his that made me want to both run and stay at the same time. The single dim bulb above us flickered, casting shadows across his face, highlighting the dangerous curve of his lips. God, I was so twisted. Maybe he was right. Maybe I was just as twisted as he was. Because that smile? It made me feel things. Things I shouldn’t be feeling. His voice, low and rough, broke the silence, sending a shiver down my spine. “You just couldn’t stay away, could you?” he rasped, his words heavy with amusement.

I twine my fingers with Justus’s, and his mouth widens in a gap-toothed, bloody smile. In all my life, I’ve never seen a male so happy.

I closed my eyes, smiling and shaking my head as I bit my lower lip. “You're__” “Irresistible.” He completed and followed me out of his bedroom. “Text me when you get home.” He said as I got into the waiting cab.

Bernard closed the gap. “I will put you through the process practically. I know I have told you everything you need to do”, Damien nodded positively. “Excuse me, I’ll be back with my tools”. I was left alone with Damien. He took off his facecap and I could see it clearly. I was wrong. He had the face of a fierce hit man like Torillio’s; I preferred hanging around cute men. Damien was a turn off for me; “Lie on the bed please”. I did as he requested, he moved closer to examine me.

“I slapped him after he proposed to me with a ring in front of Brian and Inessa.” “Good job, sweetheart.” He smiled as he leaned in his chair. He was more loosened at the moment than he was a few minutes ago. His broad smile was something new for me to see, as I never perceived him this happy before. Nathan was by nature a jovial person, but that day it was different. His smile was different, and at that moment, my heart sprung from its place. His brilliant smile intensified my heartbeat. It was thumping so fast I was afraid to knock out right in that café.

Pathetic. I traced his frown with my finger and passed him a weak smile. After a few seconds, to my surprise a small forced smile was displayed on his lips. I nodded disagreeing with his actions placing my fingers at the corner of his lips trying to twist them into big smile. His eyes sparked as he gave me one of his heart melting smiles.

I hated how my body reacted—how my heart stuttered in my chest, how my pulse quickened. He looked at me like I was something he already owned. But I didn’t flinch. I wouldn’t. I needed this. I had to. His tongue slid slowly over his lips, a subtle, deliberate gesture. “You wore the lipstick again.” “You said you liked red.” My voice was soft, almost apologetic, but the words felt forced. As if I had to justify everything I did to him. A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Mason didn’t smile like normal guys. His smiles were twisted, cold, like he found humor in things others wouldn’t even consider funny, which was true.

“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.”

Then a warm smile works up to his face, as he calmly apologizes. "I am, so so sorry for his immature driving. We're sorry." He flashes a cute grin at us, at least it was cute at first. Before it slowly turned fake, his eyes squinting slightly, with his lips. Oh gods! What is happening to them? It twitched and curved upwards in an uneasy manner. Like the smile would kill him. He couldn't even hold the grin for long. "He is terrible at making a fake smile." I thought to myself. "I'm Daniel by the way. Daniel smith."