Vinnie Hacker Smile Novels & Stories

I am so shocked by this that I stand transfixed in the middle of her from for like a few seconds. “I– I didn't know you smoke.” I gesture to the the vape. She looks at it and laughs, as if she is also just noticing it. “Yeah, I don't. It's not very ladylike to smoke, you know. That's why I vape once in a while.” “Bernice, it's the same thing.” “Except I get not to smell like a fucking chimney.” she chuckles as she sits down on her bed. She looks down and notices the cheapass flowers I got for her and she gasps.

The crowd roared with encouragement, but Adrian stood frozen, sweat beading on his forehead, his complexion turning ashen. Gradually, the cheers gave way to murmurs. "Why isn’t he moving? Hurry up and fix it. Prove him wrong!" "Why is he glaring at River like that? His face looks… off." "What’s wrong, Adrian? Or are you just a fraud?" I said, savoring the look of pain twisting his features. "Damn you," he snarled, voice low but carrying through the speakers. "Why’d you have to destroy the robots? Why not just be my stepping stone?"

She has the skills but is not confident, that's why it seems like she not that skilled. Which is why I'm going to use that against her if we ever get paired together. Someone came to sit beside me. When I checked who it was, I found the person to be Chris, my new opponent. He smiled at me, "Hi, Aiva. Good to see you here today." I nodded awkwardly, "Umm... Yeah." We're about to beat each other up but this guy keeps smiling at me. Is there something going on in his head? Sometimes I don't understand people.

She glares at her and hisses like a cat. "Nice to see you too, Winnie," Tobias narrows his eyes. He looks like a pissed-off cat, ready to hiss at the unwanted affection. "But you seem to have forgotten that I hate being hugged..." "No, I remember—that's why I hugged you!" Winnie steps away from him, and then she gives me a dazzling, radiant smile. "Hi, there! My name is Winnie. I'm the guy's childhood friend, but don't worry," she winks. "It's not like that."

They were looking forward to see Vincent’s works. Vincent was very satisfied. His happiness reached the peak. He wanted to express his happiness but he did not want to over reacting it. He just showed his satisfied smile while screaming hard in victory inside his mind. “Hahaha! Finally! All the things that I did were not useless! My grand plan worked very well!”

Janet immediately confessed. " Oh! Then should I say you are fired because of your bad character too?" Vincenzo said, smiling faintly. Only those who are close to him would know that it was better for Vincenzo to be angry than wear a faint smile. That faint smile signifies that he was extremely angry.

I replied curtly, trying to sidestep him. But there it was again—that smile. That same irritating smile that made me want to punch him square in the face. "Can... can you stop smiling?" I snapped, narrowing my eyes at him. He chuckled softly, his shoulders rising and falling in an infuriatingly casual manner. "Smiling? I can’t help it, Vincenzo. It’s part of my charm." "Yeah, well, it’s not charming. It’s irritating," I shot back, finally managing to maneuver around him.

Harvey shakes his head; finishing the beer inside the bottle he’s holding with just one last sip. “Why are you smiling?” Lucan turns to me with his eyebrows signaling curiosity. Man, I didn’t even notice that I’m smiling. I try to stop my lips from smiling, “No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are.” My smiling then turn into laughing. “Is it bad to smile?” “No, but it looks like you have something in your mind that you would like to tell us?” I just shake my head to say no. No, I don’t have something in my mind that I would like to share. Because I don’t want to tell them that they all look like love-sick fools to me now.

The bullet made a perfect dent in the centre of the target’s chest. I looked up at Vinnie to find the widest smile on his face. Pride beamed from his expression, his eyes bright. “You’re a devil in disguise, Chiquita.” He smirked. “Again.”

The two men couldn’t look any more different. ‘So, do I get to use your computer, beautiful.’ ‘Why do you keep calling me beautiful? Do you even know what I look like?’ I ask. An image of me at Yorick’s eighteenth birthday several months ago flashes up on the screen. ‘Where the fuck did you get that?’ Hacker asks. ‘There’s a reason I’m called Hijack, beautiful. I can hijack nearly any system out there. Computers are easy.’ He’s obviously ignoring Hacker’s question and instead telling me how he got the picture.