Twisted Smile Novels & Stories

Slowly—too slowly—he looked back at her. His eyes had the dangerous flicker in them shifting into something far more sinister. And then— He smiled. Not a smirk. Not amusement but a slow, lethal curve of his lips. The kind of smile that sent a chill down her spine. And in that moment,she knew she had fucked up.

"See what I mean? Physically unable to give a straight answer." "I find your looks attractive," he says loudly, interrupting her. "I find your laugh attractive. I find your smile attractive. You have beautiful eyes." He steps closer, a grin spreading across his face. "But that attitude? Not my type." Phel blinks at him in shock. I finally break down and burst out, cracking up, unable to help it. Phel looks like she wants to kick him in the crotch, but he's smirking so hard his face might break, and finally Phel shakes her head, giving him a grudging smile in return.

Nice to see I'm setting trends but at least give me credit for it. Three years in, and she was still stuck at the bottom because of her petty behavior. Tobias's room was unlocked when I knocked, suggesting he might be waiting for me. I opened the door quietly, momentarily stunned as my blue eyes met his piercing grey ones. He was breathtakingly gorgeous. I could have blamed it on the liquor, but he was a well-crafted specimen: neatly trimmed beard, dark curly hair, chiseled jawline, and long lashes fluttering at me as I quickly switched to work mode.

Is he trying to say that I am a capable human? "I'm sorry I didn't know I-- I don't remember" he just smiled but in his eyes, I can see the sadness. "Don't apologize for this how cruelty deals with fate and I'm happy that you are here in front of me breathing and looking at me. I won't be asking more than anything else just you that makes my life shine like crystal" oh gush this wolfman is so freaking taking my heart with every smile he provides pure and sincere. "Stop stop stop stooooop you two act like more than a mate it could be. You're even sweeter and lovable than the rest of us here who are mates" Donna complained as we all laugh at it.

The bastard didn’t even look surprised. He smiled. His lips stretched into a deliberate arc that mocked and taunted me while seeming to perceive the rage winding within my core. He appeared to take pleasure in the experience. My nails penetrated further into my palms. I propelled myself from the chair with abrupt motions while my heels struck the marble surface creating sharp clicks as I advanced toward him in a stormy manner. As his handshake with the lawyer concluded I stepped into his path to obstruct his movement. “You think this is over?” My voice emerged as a venomous whisper intertwined with sharp edges and barely controlled fury.

he shrugged. I forced a smile and tilted my head, “You really like her, don’t you?” He pulled a Twizzler from his backpack and bit the end of it before winking at me with a mischievous look in his hazel eyes and a smirk. Does he always have a pack of Twizzlers on him?

His lips twisted into a mean smile. And the whole place broke into chaos.

Jacob walked behind me, his own eyes cast down, thinking about what lay beneath the mystery of my smile. Smiling gently, lips in a sweet curve, I walked alongside Jacob. My smile was the slow and deliberate kind, a slow smile spreading across my face like a sunrise sweeps across the sky. But Jacob had no idea why I smiled; the satisfaction and control I felt surged through my veins. He looked at me, seeking my eyes for an answer, but I simply continued smiling back in amusement with a glint in my eyes, savoring the moment.

I said like it was the most obvious thing in the universe. He gave me a suspicious squint but extended his hand anyway. Victory. I laced my fingers through his and squeezed. His hand was warm and calloused and familiar. My entire chest felt like it was glowing. I pulled out my phone with my free hand. “Smile.” “No.” “C’mon.” “I literally never smile in pictures.” “That’s a lie. You smiled that one time I made pancakes shaped like dinosaurs.” “You burned them.” “Still counts.” He sighed—deep, long, annoyed—but a second later, his lips twitched again. Barely there. But real.