Villain's Smile Novels & Stories

I asked, keeping my voice low, tight, controlled, but every word was laced with the sharp edge of danger. She smiled then. A slow, calculating smile that made my stomach twist. Not playful. Not innocent. It was the kind of smile villains wore in movies right before they made the room explode. “What is Velma doing in your office?” she asked, tilting her head, eyes gleaming with malicious curiosity.

“You don’t?” “That’s not what I meant. I mean I’ve never seen you smile, except for those wicked grins of course” My forehead furrowed as I faked anger and disappointment. “Wicked grin? What does that even mean?” “Like this” She adjusted in her seat to enable me see her better. Then she did what was supposed to be the ‘wicked grin’ I always do. “Wow. I must have been a villain in my past life” “Past life? You are still a villain, Mr. Arrogant”

Faking a smile I purred "The war is fast approaching, I have to set some things in motion to get my kingdom back, I want you to be a queen after our marriage " " am sure you can wait " Jaden's eyes seem to be studying me carefully " I mean, you have nothing to do in this war, you will only stay in a corner and watch " " I think that will be far more Intriguing than staying here, doing nothing "Frowning I look at Vila " I will see you soon Vila, soon" turning around, the smile vanishing from my lips, all the things that happened while I was here have been horrible.

She was caught between feeling shy and grateful, both of which were leaving her at a loss for words. Vincent’s smile only grew wider, that irresistible grin of his making her heart race even faster. It wasn’t just any smile—it was the kind of smile that seemed to brighten the entire room, the kind of smile that made everything feel lighter and more fun. And this time, Isla couldn’t help but notice his perfect set of white teeth, gleaming against the backdrop of his handsome face. He looked like he had just come up with some clever trick, and the way his smile lingered made her feel like he was enjoying every second of her confusion. For a moment, Isla forgot about the pasta, too entranced by

“We have to make them believe this as much as possible. You’re my wife now. You signed the certificate.” Her jaw clenched. I leaned in closer, my lips nearly brushing the shell of her ear. “Smile,” I repeated, softer this time. “Or imagine the smile you’ll have when you make every one of them pay for what they did to you.” That got her. Her lips curved up—not perfectly, but enough. A razor-edged smile, delicate but dangerous, the kind that warned the world she wasn’t as fragile as they thought. Celine let out a satisfied hum. “There she is.”

Damian casually mentioned as he nodded at one of the men in the dark and they immediately knew what it wanted. They stepped forward with a smile on her face.. “Let's fix that pretty face of his, Shall we?” Damian picked up a pair of pliers and smiled like a maniac. Not even his subordinates could stand the sight of that smile on his face.. “Don't come any closer!” The man screamed in fear as Damian moved closer to him.. “Don't worry it's not gonna hurt, okay?” Damian assured him with a scary smile plastered on his face but of course that wasn't true..

My shoulders shook — not from grief, not from fear, but from the sheer physical effort of suppressing something that wanted very badly to come out. A smile. Not a small one. A big, wide, ugly, sprawling smile that would have split my face in two if I'd let it. The kind of smile that belongs on the face of the villain in a children's cartoon, not on the face of a fragile, pregnant woman who has just been victimized by her cruel, unstable sister.

The woman smiled before replying " well he told us not to tell you who he was but I would like you to thank him properly so it's right to tell you his name , It's Darryl Matthew" " Darryl !!!" She was shocked . Wait , wasn't he that famous basketball? he was always indifferent towards her though and yes he was the Villîan in the book . He later died in the book, even Jade had also had died before the end of the book and she was guessing it was an happy ending for the leads .

Still, I went on, "My best friend and my husband had sex in my grandfather-in-law's casket on the day of his burial. Then, after I exposed them, my mother-in-law and these two tried to twist the narrative and paint me as the villain. "I am the victim here. I've suffered two betrayals from the people closest to me. This is the proof." I raised the phone. "They planned this themselves. I believe even my grandfather's spirit can see that I'm innocent. And I have all of you as witnesses." I turned to Dulce and finished, "Is there any doubt left?" Vincent suddenly sat up in the coffin. "Fuck you, bitch! Victim my ass! You caused this too!" he bellowed. "Yes, I'm cheating with Stephanie. So what?!

Duncan Hiddleston is submissive to all. “Now I know I don't care. It's a bit late... Villain still likes me, as usual, no matter how much I cover this can't change. If you swap out the villain for the female lead, you'll be dead, chasing after the rice." Phedra Elizabeth thought.