Twisted Smile Novels & Stories

The corner of the paper had a doodle—a red, flushed emoji with its tongue out and a stupid grin. “Bastard,” Iden muttered under his breath. But a faint twitch of his lips betrayed him. For a moment, just a fleeting moment, he smiled.

(smiles) A. Gupta

The word slips from my mouth before I can stop myself, and a slow smile spreads across the brown-haired twin’s lips, revealing a row of perfect teeth as he leans back leisurely against the couch. “What better way to celebrate your little open marriage,” he drawls smoothly, “than getting fucked by the two of us?”

His crooked smile, which was unbelievably seductive, steadily stretched across his face. "So, let's see... where were we?"

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.

Saying that, he wore a kind smile, taking slow and measured steps towards her. " But do you know who is more twisted?"

He smiled his now signature wolfish grin and winked at me. I inhaled deeply, the acrid smell of my things being blown up and the dust made my eyes water. I tried to make the corner of my mouth curl upwards, to answer his smile, but I know that it was a weak attempt as the corners didn’t move like I wanted them to.

HE smiles and wide in a twisted way and whispers. “Is it, tea time already?”

His jawline could have sliced through silence if it moved, and his cheekbones sat high like they were carved by some angry artist who had never seen a smile. Then suddenly— His head twisted toward me. And when I say twisted, I don’t mean turned. I mean twisted, like his bones weren’t normal, like something inside his neck didn’t bend like a human should. It snapped around too fast, too sharp, too perfect, like a wild owl who had heard the rustle of a mouse in the dark. His mouth moved, but it didn’t stretch into anything close to a smile. It curled. Slowly. Darkly. Into something evil. Something cruel.