Twisted Smile Novels & Stories

I thumb massage her outer palm. She smile painfully at me. I return the smile. Such personality she's got. Forever smiling despite negative predicament. That really is one powerful personality. She instantly sniff. She break free our entangled palm. She wipe dry her slow running nose and red coloured wet running eye's. She return out entanglement. She turn to me. She force smile. "Am really sorry you experienced such. Terrible undersized mood swings" she chuckles. Her perfectly white coloured tooths reveal.

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."

My nerves began to twist upon seeing that devious smile curve across Olivia’s face. Oh, boy.

lips twisted in a mocking smile, eyes gleaming with malice. Sapphire.

He patted her back reassuringly, a smile on his lips. But beneath that smile, his jaw was locked so tightly that his muscles bulged—making the expression appear twisted and almost terrifying.

A twisted smile slowly spread across his face. “And this time, I won’t just aim for the twins. I’ll burn down everything they love.”

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

“What more do you want from me.” “What I want..”, Brian said with a smile. “ Is to buy one of your guns.” Drake raised his eyebrows in curiosity, where was this man going with this. “And shoot you in the face. Just like those terrorists did to my nephew.” “Because I’m trash?” Drake offered. “Scum.” Brian spat. At that moment the audience burst out in cheers at how Brian had put Drake in his place. “That’s all for tonight, folks.” Brian said warmly to his audience both home and abroad.

“That’s all.” Imani smiled softly, squeezing his hand before turning back to Zariah, whose teasing grin made her pulse quicken again. “Just us,” she murmured, fingers curling fully around hers. Zariah leaned closer, lips brushing softly against Imani’s cheek, deliberate and slow, a touch that carried warmth, playfulness, and promise. “I like the sound of that,” she whispered, every word dripping with teasing intent.

He says, and I smile at him. "What is it?" I ask, still smiling at him. "I have to twll you in your ear Qween," He says. "What is your name?" I ask, and he looks to the woman holding him, and she nods—permitting him to tell me his name. "I am Jacob, and I am 4 years old." He says, smiling from ear to ear. He is missing his front tooth, making him even cuter. Finally, he starts to wiggle, trying to get out of her hold.