Villains Sinister Smile Novels & Stories

The small face with a wonderful smile can not help but make the people on the street fall in love. Riven looked at the small body in front of him, at the small cool hands that were holding his, at her jealous smile that sometimes looked back at him with a rare flutter in her heart. This girl is a sadistic vampire? That smile is that of a bloodsucking demon in the night? There was no resemblance at all, the beauty was so perfect that he even pictured himself as a beast sparring with the beauty in the old tale "Beauty and the Beast".

Unless… The High Witch’s stoic visage gives way to a saccharine smile. If Evanora were here, she would remark that this expression is similar to that of Arielle Vane whenever she realised she was betrayed. She dubbed it the demonic smile, because if one were to look at her in that moment, you would see an expression akin to the spawns of Hell- utterly cruel, twisted and manic. I tried, mama. I really did. They’re the ones who want to die.

His eyes were too sharp, and his smile was too sinister. Why?

Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments. Her second sister, and the most dangerous of them all was Isolde. Peter recognized her, because Seraphina had told him that she wore jewellery made out of mirror, and each tiny mirror encapsulated a soul of the victim who has once been her prey. She was a seductress of darkness. She was almost as beautiful as Seraphina herself. Her porcelain skin was almost similar in color to her snowy white hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of milk. But Peter knew that her beauty was mere a part of her a sinister intent, for Isolde was a mistres

He had power that he wielded like a toddler with a hammer, smashing anything he couldn't control. But emotions? Please. If he had emotions, I had a bridge to sell him. But then his expression changed completely. The anger melted away like ice under hot water, replaced by something far worse. A cold, calculated smile spread across his face. Oh great. Now we were getting the "smart villain" routine. "You don't know," he said slowly, his voice dropping to a conversational tone that somehow felt more threatening than his shouting had been. "But I can make it very uncomfortable for you in this company."

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

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

Illegal deals. I observed them closely, and then he looked in my direction. That’s not my boss, that’s Director Orion Kade. The lights in the alley flickered and went off. This is dangerous. I tried to reverse and leave, but I hit something. A tall silhouette approached. The figure stopped in front of my car. My heart skipped as I gripped the wheel tightly. He lifted a torch and pointed it at my face. He came closer and raised the light. His face had a deep scar, visible even in the harsh lighting. I had no space to think clearly anymore. He opened the door, pulled out a table knife, and dragged me out by my hair.

Charles asked, with a sinister smile on his face. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. The sinister smile on Charles' face sends a shiver down my spine, but I gather my courage and reply, "I don't know what you're talking about. Why am I here?" My voice trembles slightly, betraying my nervousness. Charles leans in closer, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent glint.

She leaned forward, her beautiful face twisting into a chilling smile. “And because I can’t have him… then neither can you.” She lifted her hand again and her hands on my neck, this time with no hesitation, no trembling. “Let the game begin, friend.” Her hand loosened from my neck, dropping to her side. I gasped for breath, stumbling back slightly. She stared at me for a few seconds, her expression unreadable. Then she smiled, a slow, sinister smile that made my stomach twist. “No,” she whispered, her voice soft and dangerous. “Not today.”