Gojo Smirk Novels & Stories

One thousand years ago, Kunshiya kun was the king of the Dragon clan, an empire built with blood and enmity, after fighting with neighboring countries for hundred years Kunshiya kun won the heart of all the dragons in Atakar and he was named The dragon king, his Queen Tekiya was a beautiful and proud woman, she controlled the inner palace and made sure that no concubine laid any imperial egg successfully.... Kunshiya was sad and lonely because of his inability to produce heirs, his ministers always brought the topic up in the royal court which made him really bothered... Salsa was a Dragon slave whom he had met against the war with the east dragon country, the bounty dragon was a white scale dragon with dark green eyes, her lustful eyes caught Kunshiya’s heart , after a night with her ... He ordered her to be kept in a secret mansion outside the city because of Tekiya’s spies.... Kunshiya almost forgot about the White dragon until he dreamt of her talking and touching him.. “My king, we are going to have some hatchlings” Salsa whispered to Kunshiya in his dream. “My king I miss you” He couldn’t forget the vision he had last night, immediately the next day he sent for the Royal astronomer .. “My king, the vision is true! The moon goddes really have blessed you with hatchlings” The Royal Astronomer relayed In the inner palace a spy was seen whispering to a lady with a crown on her head, it was Queen Tekiya, after receiving the news Queen Tekiya smirk roared!! “ if I can’t lay any hatchlings, No imperial slut is allowed to give hatchling, as long as I’m in power I will kill them all”

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES. 18+ CONTENTS: ......... Isabella breathed out as she stare at the man in front of her with a scary smirk on his face. He step closer to her and roughly grabbed her by her waist leaving sloppy on her face. Her body began shaking as his breath aerify her neck. He bent down to her level, placing his mouth on her ear. "Instead of becoming a to pay off your uncle's dept," he paused while staring at her lips with pure lust dancing in his eyes. Isabella look scared, no matter how much she want to braze herself, she failed miserably as she waited for him to complete his statement. "I want you to become my slave, what do you think about that?" He asked in enthusiastic while on her neck. **** Isabella Grayson is an innocent, pure hearted and beautifully twenty one years old girl. She lost her parents at a tender age of twelve and was forced to move in with her uncle, a reckless gambler. Instead of loving and protecting her, he sold her off to pay his dept clearly aware of the she will have to go through. She was sold to the most powerful ruthless mafia boss who wishes to have fun with her. And he is Leonard Wood, a ruthless and scheming mafia boss. Twenty eight years of age. On their first meeting, he couldn't help but pick interest in the sweet innocent little girl that was sold to him. With the intention to tease her, he offered her to become his slave in to prolong her uncle's dept that she has to pay.

“I am King Thorn, and I will marry your daughter…” his lips tugged in a smirk as his eyes landed on her. “What, marry?!” Payton widened her eyes. “Yes, Payton Vass. You will marry me,” he stated firmly while he locked eyes with her. Payton stared at the man who had undoubtedly lost his mind. As if the mess that they were in was not enough, how dare he show up at her house to tell her family that? === The only thing Payton Vass thought remained for her was to marry her fiance and then fully live in her dream. What she did not expect was that this beautiful dream of hers would get shattered on the night of her fiance's birthday party. How she ended up in this icey, yet hot billionaire’s bed was something she had no idea of. And as if that was not enough… The paparazzi got wind of it. To repair their broken reputations, these two strangers were forced to marry each other. “It was you who put us in this mess, Payton, and you will do as I've told you!” his eyes blazed in anger as he grabbed her arm. “It was you who did this to me! You better get us out of this mess!” she snapped back as she yanked her arm away. These two would never believe that what happened that night was a mistake and not on their own accord and would not stop hating each other. Yet, they could not get out of this marriage. While the person he hated the most was the woman who could fix his tarnished image, he was also the only one who could save her father and her business from falling.

“Who the hell are you?” Lauren demanded, pointing the Spatula like a sword.The guy raised his hands, looking more amused than threatened. “Easy there, warrior. I am Margaret’s brother.”Her stomach sank. “The Larry?”“Yeah. The Larry,” His smirk widened. “And you must be Lauren. The Christmas Grinch babysitting my niece.”Lauren glared at him, still clutching the poker. “Why are you here? Margaret said you wouldn’t be home for Christmas.”Larry shrugged, leaning against the doorway like he had all the time in the world. “Change of plans. Hope you’re ready for some company.”And just like that, Lauren’s carefully controlled holiday nightmare went from bad to so much worse.Lauren hates Christmas. Every twinkling light and festive carol reminds her of the day she lost her boyfriend in a tragic car accident. She’s made it her mission to avoid holiday cheer at all costs.But when her mother's best friend, Margaret, begs her to babysit her lively but to hard to handle six-year-old daughter so that Margaret and Lauren's mother can go on on a girls trip for the season, Lauren reluctantly agrees. What she doesn’t anticipate is the unexpected company of Margaret’s younger brother, Larry, an arrogant yet undeniably hot hockey star.Forced into close quarters, Lauren struggles to keep her guard up as Larry’s charm and confidence begin to melt the icy walls around her heart. But with painful memories and their clashing personalities standing in the way, can the holiday cynic and the hockey star overcome their scars and discover the magic of Christmas together? Or will their differences and the ghosts of their pasts keep them apart?

“I’m confused,” Jane said. “Actually I’m very confused.” Tristan gave her a bored look, “About what?” “What just happened upstairs? Did you forget that you just told your mother- I mean Your Highness that we are dating? Because the last time I checked, we spent one night together?! Are you crazy?” “It’s really not that complicated,” Tristan turned towards her, a determined look in his eyes. “We will date for a while. I mean fake date for a while so that my mother and the media can get off our back. No big deal. It’s not like you have a boyfriend or anything. Why are you worried?” Jane wanted to kill him and wipe that lazy smirk off his face. But he was royalty, and she would pretty much be hung for that. It was not worth it. *** Jane Rosetti is an exchange medical student in Walsh, new to almost everything. To pay off her student loans, she’s working as a bartender in a high-end club “Floral Liquor”, where she meets Tristan. At first, she’s incredibly taken by his good looks and thick accent. She has no idea about his real identity, which doesn’t matter as they end up in bed together. Prince Tristan of Walsh has finally returned to his hometown after two years. As he’s been very secretive, everyone wants exclusive about him. So when he’s exiting Jane’s apartment, he’s captured with her panties stuck on to his sleeve. Both of them are photographer together, and that’s when Jane’s troubles start. Right after her one night with the Prince. ***

His eyes traveled all over my body, from head to toe. It made me self-conscious for some reason. "The dress fits you well,” then he paused and murmured, looking at the floor. "I was wondering if you'd like it or not." "Huh?" His head turned to me again as if he was freed from a trance. "So now will you tell me what I have to do for you, sir?" I said sarcastically. "What?" He looked at me with surprise. "What? You have to have some purpose for keeping me here by force," I said, pressing on the last two words. He paused for a few seconds and then the lamest thing I could have ever imagined came out of his mouth. "Yes, you are here to serve me," he stated blankly. "What? Did I hear you right? You knocked me out, kidnapped my sister, and blackmailed me into coming here just to be your servant?" I cried out in disbelief. A smirk began to settle on his face as he took in my reaction. He was enjoying this absurdity even more! "Yes, dear. You are here to serve me. From now on, you will be with me 24 hours. All matters regarding me are your responsibility from now on." This is insane! Is he really a pervert? What is he trying to pull? "But you already have a lot of servants!” I protested. “And they're always at your beck and call too! Why the hell would you have me kidnapped for this? And who gives new clothes and breakfast in bed to a servant?” This was driving me crazy. Was he playing with me? Probably, a rotten rich vampire prince playing for fun. But I was not going to play hooky with him. No way!

“So what are we now…?” Maddox asked, leaning in until his visor almost brushed mine. My throat tightened, the heavy scent of his cologne trapping me. “You’re my stepbrother.” His mouth curved into a dangerous smirk, crowding me against the locker room wall until I could feel his bulge. “And…?” *** Jace only wanted a normal life. He wanted to focus on his sophomore year, play hockey, and keep his head down. Five years ago, his father married into a family that held the keys to their painful past—but the real nightmare begins now, when Jace is suddenly forced to share a luxury apartment with his stepbrother. Maddox Donovan is everything Jace avoids. He’s arrogant, destructive, and magnetic in all the wrong ways. The exact kind of boy Jace’s late mother warned him about. Their parents thinks sharing a room will 'bring them closer,' but Jace’s only rule is simple: ignore him. Act like he doesn’t exist. But rules mean nothing to Maddox. One chaotic night—born from tension between them explodes into a ruthless one-night stand, dragging Jace into a game he never saw coming. By day, he’s assisting Maddox on the ice. By night, he’s playing his submissive behind closed doors. It was supposed to end when the semester ended. But as the lines between hate, need, and self-destruction blur, a darker truth looms. Their parent union wasn't a romance—it was a calculated revenge. And when the secrets of the past finally collide with their forbidden present, it won't just destroy their hockey season, it is meant to burn their new beginning to ashes!

His smirk deepened and he took another step toward me. “I want to fuck you.” His voice dripped lower, “As a dancer, you should be used to this by now.” I shook my head quickly, panic rising in my chest. “Yes, I do know. I mean, that’s what I’m meant for.” “Now, let’s get down to business, shall we?” He said, stepping closer. “I don’t have all night.” Before I could part my lips to answer, his hand gripped my thigh and lifted it. The fabric of my dress bunched up, exposing the fine lace of my panties. I gasped, trying to move away from him, but his other hand moved to the back of my neck, holding me in place. His mouth crashed into mine, claiming my lips with a hunger that left me breathless. Suddenly, I felt his hand slip under the elastic of my panties, his finger grazing my sensitive flesh. I whimpered into the kiss, trying to resist, but the sensation was too overwhelming. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his finger moved further, sliding inside me with ease. I moaned in protest, the sudden intrusion causing a sharp pain as he broke the kiss, smiling wickedly. “Shhh…” he murmured, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. He knelt, his hand still holding my leg up. “I’m going to need you to open those thighs for me,” he ordered, his tone dark and mocking all at once.

After sixty-six months of waiting,on the day of our Mating Ceremony, my fated mate, Alpha Asher, rejected me. He held his first love, Cora, in his arms, his gaze on me cold and cruel. "Cora is already carrying my pup," he said, his voice void of any warmth. "I am rejecting you. Once the pup is born and its place in the pack is secure, we can still be mates." He added, a cruel smirk on his face, "Besides, being my mate is the greatest honor an Omega like you could ever hope for." Everyone expected me to endure the humiliation, to wait quietly for Asher to come back and finally accept me. But that very night, I followed the Moon Goddess's guidance and left for good. Five years later, I returned to my old home. My mate Ronan called away on urgent business. So he had no choice but to arrange for a local Alpha to greet me. I never expected it would be him: my ex-mate, Alpha Asher. Exhausted from the long journey and weary from my pregnancy, I was met with mockery. With Cora on his arm, he sneered at my plain clothes, telling me I was nothing without him. "Seeing as you've hit rock bottom and look like some pathetic rogue, I suppose we can be generous enough to take you in. Our pup could use a healer." I just laughed coldly and refused. He has no idea — I’m now the Luna Queen to the Alpha King. His entire pack existed only at my mercy.

Aurelia had always hated the Thorne twins, and it was no secret. She hated the way they looked like she mattered only to pull the step siblings card… she hated the way they always had their stupid signature smirk on their faces whenever they pulled her leg… hated the way they knew how to pull the right strings to get her and most importantly hated the way, they acted like they weren’t watching that day, watching her as she climaxed alongside them. So no, she definitely didn’t watch them when they weren't looking and absolutely didn’t care who they were smiling at when it wasn’t her. Their friendly step- siblings rivalry had ended on her send off party and 20 year old birthday when she had confronted them and ended up in their bed… only to wake up to their leaked tape. They however did nothing but watch as her dignity was rubbed all over the ground. Five years later, she had moved on and built a perfect life with her 4 year old baby girl and her best friend from back home. Life was perfect until his proposal was interrupted by the Thorne brothers while she was on their cruise ship sailing to the city of her dreams to her dream vacation. It all happened in the blink of an eye and she had woken up to see that their ship was floating in the horizon, leaving them on an abandoned island with nothing but their clothes. Old hatreds ignite. Old secrets surface. And this time the twins aren’t just watching in secret like they had all these years. They’re here to finish what they started… this time they have no plan to let her GO…