Villain's Smile Novels & Stories

My hands are not shaking when I look at them, and they are firmly holding onto Casimir's collar. Why do I have the impression that I'm seeing him smiling when he ought to be furious at what I did to him? I often notice this type of smile if he has something planned or in mind. In the aforementioned myths, along with the other species, only devils were capable of sporting such a cunning smile. Yet, isn't he still a devil? A cunning animal disguised as a person? "My lovely fiancé, if you're looking for your partner in this wondrous event, then I guess you should be ready to hear what I'm going to say."

Vincenzo’s smile unfurled at her words, slow and almost lazy, spreading from his lips to his eyes with a razor-sharp confidence. There was something insolent in that gesture, something that provoked and commanded all at once. It was the kind of smile that set Vittoria’s blood ablaze—not just with anger. Because, as much as she loathed to admit it, that damned smile pulled her in. It infuriated her with its arrogance, its certainty, the way it read her and prodded her, knowing exactly how to strike without even lifting a finger.

The love was dead, and in its place was a vast, bottomless ocean of pure, freezing contempt. A slow, deliberate smile spread across her bruised, blood stained face. It wasn't a smile of defeat. It was the smile of a woman who had finally realized that when you have lost everything, you are completely untouchable. What are you smiling at? Killian growled, a sudden, inexplicable knot of unease twisting in his chest as he looked at her expression. Valerie leaned slightly forward, her jaw tightening as she gathered the metallic tasting blood pooling in the back of her mouth from her split lip.

His smile sharpened, slow and dangerous. “Well, well. The game just got interesting.”

Vivienne…of course…stood there, phone out, lips curved in a smug little smirk like she’d just been handed front-row tickets to my downfall. “Smile for the camera, Damien,” she purred, her voice dripping with mockery as she tilted her phone with deliberate precision. The flash of the screen caught in her eyes…sharp, gleaming, merciless. “This is going to look spectacular online," she whispered, savoring every syllable like a knife sliding in slowly. “Just imagine it…your precious reputation, your spotless image…rotting in real time while the world watches your company nosedive.” I ignored her because her threats were useless. My attention was locked on Mark, who had the audacity to grin throu

Damn this girl making me like this. “I’m so scared of you at first. But that’s at first. You are smiling, I know. Don’t even try to hide it Mr. Villamorannas.” she said. I looked at her and her lips now is on a pout hiding a laugh. Now what damn it! “I’m not.” I said that in the coldest way possible. She doesn’t seem convinced though, and now her smile showed. She can’t hide in a pout anymore. “HAHAHA yes you are! Look! I see it! I see it! HAHAHA”

Hindi yung mukhang tambay sa kanto at matigas ang ulo, yung walang sinasanto kung sino ka man o anong estado mo sa buhay. Yun pala puro akala lang. All I could do was to look side ways to avoid his burning emerald eyes with a nervous smile. The nervous smile broke as I slowly tried to step a side for an escape. Natanggal yung angas and nabawasan ng mga slight. I practice that para naman feel na feel ko ang pagiging villain. Now the wolf is angry, and the culprit of this is now sleeping peacefully without a care for me. Great. Lucky me.

Janice brags with a boastful smile on her lips. "Incase you are wondering what your role is, you are a villain who tries to kill the female lead Janice. You also have a pretty nice villain ending... Ohh, here they are." Vivian claps her hands in excitement as two set of eyes pops up on the evil one's face. Nose, mouth, ears and all the features a face should have. The evil one touched his face in shock, "No! No! No!" He exclaims in disbelief falling to his knees.

The thought flashed through his mind, unbidden and dangerous. Elena walked up to him, offering a slight, respectful bow. “Good morning, Mr. Chairman.” “Good morning, Miss Marquez,” he replied. Then, he did something that made the entire team stop in their tracks. He smiled. It wasn't a shark-like grin or a professional smirk. It was a small, genuine, and unnecessary smile. The employees exchanged awkward, terrified glances. A smile from Damien Black was like a solar eclipse—rare and potentially dangerous.

“So don’t smile for anyone but yourself. Not for me or him…only for you.” Her lips quivered as her first true smile broke freely, warm and gentle. “Then this one…is mine.” The dust around them hissed as it shrank into dark walls forming a new chamber from the ash. But as the walls solidified, Vincent’s facial expression changed. His mouth twisted into the same smile that her father had worn before. Camela’s own smile froze on her lips. Vincent’s voice echoed familiar words back at her: “See, daughter? I told you I would return wearing his face.”