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“Zane let his head loll back and lifted one hand to gently prod his split lip. "Ow."

"Whine about it. It'll make it better," Ty offered as he stood in front of his locker, his back to Zane, and unwrapped the tape from his hands with jerky, irritated movements.

"Bite me," Zane muttered as he dug into his locker for a towel before starting in on the tape on his own hands. He spared an evil glance for Ty. "Teaching me to advance in a fight is a bad idea."

"Teaching you to fight at all is an exercise in futility," Ty responded in a matter-of-fact tone. "Luckily for you, I enjoy things like banging my head against a wall."

"I enjoy banging your head against a wall too," Zane replied as he tossed the balled-up tape at a nearby trash can. He let a small smile quirk his lips as he sat on the bench to unlace his shoes.

"Shut up," Ty grunted at him. But even though his back was still turned to him, Zane could hear the smile in his voice. "And cut it out with the damn cat jokes, huh? They're starting to catch on."

"Fine, fine. No reason to get catty about it," Zane told his partner with a barely concealed grin.

"A for effort," Ty conceded charitably.”
― Abigail Roux, Fish & Chips

“If I was really a bitch I’d make your life a living hell. Instead, I’ll just stand by and watch you do that yourself. You seem to do a pretty good job at it.”
― Sophie Monroe, Second Chance Romance

“The Cold Peace wasn’t what took Mark away from us,â€� said Julian, his cheeks burning with color. “That was you. The Wild Hunt. We can see by your eyes that you ride with Gwyn, don’t deny it.â€�

“Oh,� said Kieran with a slight smirk on his lips. “I would not deny that.�

Emma wondered if anyone else heard Julian’s intake of breath. “So you know my brother.�

The smirk never left Kieran’s face. “Of course I do.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“He was mocking me. I could see his mouth beginning to lift in a maddening smirk, a smile that was half sardonic and half secretive, as if the fate of the world depended on the answer to a riddle only he knew and would never share.”
― Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura

“He is even more horrifically beautiful than I was able to recall. They're all beautiful, unless they're hideous. That's the nature of the Folk. Our mortal minds cannot conceive of them; our memory blunts their power.

His every finger sparks with a ring. An etched and jeweled breast-plate in polished gold hangs from his shoulders, covering a frothy white shirt. Boots curl up at his toes and rise high over his knees. His tail is visible, curled to one side of his leg. I suppose he has decided it is no longer something he needs to hide. At his brow, of course, is the Blood Crown.

He regards me with gold-rimmed black eyes, a smirk hovering at the corners of his mouth. His black hair tumbles around his face, unbound and a little messy, as though he's recently risen from someone's bed.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“I WAS HARDWORKING,
WITH FRIENDS NETWORKING,
LIFE WAS SMIRKING,
PROBLEMS WERE LURKING,
SUDDENLY THINGS CHANGED JERKING.”
― merlin8thomas

“Lucien paused, and I found him smirking at me, making the scar even more brutal. 'Were you admiring my sword, or just contemplating killing me, Feyre?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“So is this what you do with your lives? Spare humans from the Treaty and have fine meals?' I gave a pointed glance toward Tamlin's baldric, the warrior's clothes, Lucien's sword.

Lucien smirked. 'We also dance with the spirits under the full moon and snatch human babes from their cradles to replace with changelings-”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Rhysand smirked. 'Perhaps I'll tell her, perhaps I won't.'

In a flash of motion too fast for me to detect, Tamlin was on his feet, fangs dangerously close to Rhysand's face.

'None of that,' Rhysand said, clicking his tongue and lightly shoving Tamlin away with a single hand. 'Not with a lady present.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“He wore a smirk the Joker would be envious of.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“It's freezing out there.'

Archer smirked. 'You don't get to choose the weather when someone attacks you.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love