Villain's Smile Novels & Stories

he smirked. “Oh, do you know of any eligible bachelors that might suit my taste?” “Are you sincerely asking my advice? I didn’t think you would be interested in my opinion? You didn’t hold me in the highest of regards the last time we met.” “Ah, but now you’re married to my dearest Eddie. I might consider your opinion,” Lily embraced Eddie tightly, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Alex’s gaze turned molten, a deep frown marred his attempt at civility.

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

He knew that doing this meant betraying Willow, so he kept it hidden from her. In the beginning, he still felt guilty, but as the happiness he gained from his affair grew, the happiness outweighed the guilt, and he chose the other woman. When all his lies fell apart, they had an ugly fight. They insulted and fought against each other so badly that their home no longer felt like one. In the end, they even swore that they would have nothing to do with each other anymore. They got a divorce last month. As the villainess of the story, my mother was insanely obsessive.

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

KATNISS The smile on Damien’s face was the last expression I expected to see. I stood frozen on that elevated marble balcony, my hand instinctively tightening around the lapel of Hassan’s tailored suit until my knuckles turned stark white. In my nightmares, and in my past life, Damien was a man who hid his murderous ambitions behind smooth, calculated lies. But seeing him now, stepping past the breathless security guards with a wide, effortless grin stretching across his handsome face? It sent a violent, nauseating chill straight down my spine.

EPISODE 3: THE SMILE (CONT'D) Isadora tears her eyes away from the window, looks up at the man in front of her—the villain she made, the man she lost, both in one body that feels more real than anything she has ever known. His smile has faded now, replaced by a look of such raw honesty it makes her chest ache. “I never meant for any of this,” she whispers.

Then, before he could stop it, a small smile found his mouth. Vaelor's eyes tracked it immediately. One brow ridge lifted — that alien, questioning tilt. "You're smiling," he said, with the tone of someone who finds this data unexpected given the preceding sixty seconds. "You just watched me break a council elder's wrist." "I did," Lirian agreed. "And?" "And nothing." The smile deepened slightly. He said nothing else.

Like watching in front of some N*****x thriller but I'm not in front of the TV—I'm the dumb protagonist doing all the wrong things and people are screaming at the TV. I hear myself saying before I can stop it: "What's the catch?" His smile seeps onto his face slow, reptilian. Not joy. No. Amusement, maybe. That kind of pleasure you feel when someone walks into a trap you've set with precise precision. "No catch," he growls. "You stay married. You smile. You play the part of a devoted wife. In return, you receive—well. Let's just say… a fortune." His fingers lace together as he reclines, still watching me like I'm a prey he’s already devoured.

"After all the crap I did for you? You and your whole damn family owe me everything! And this is how you pay me back?" But James didn’t even twitch. There were seriously no changes in his reaction. He still had that same smug irritating mask that he decided to expose now. It seemed like he’d been practicing that in the mirror all morning. Then a slow and chilly grin crept up, dangerous as hell. A smile you see on a villain right before the hero gets wrecked.

He glared at me for what felt like a full minute, breathing hard, his chest heaving like he'd just run a marathon. Dramatic much? And then, slowly, deliberately, he smiled again. That same calculated, cold smile from before. Oh good. The villain speech wasn't over yet. "I know what you're trying to do," he said softly, his voice suddenly calm. He took a step back, raising his hands in mock surrender like he was the victim here. Yes, he'd figured me out. I was the real villain in this story. Definitely not the man who tears women's dresses.