Novel & Cerita Vegito Smirk

Vincenzo smirked. "What the fuck does that mean?" "You know what it means."

The corner of her mouth, overflowed a bitter smile, in the blink of an eye, disappeared without a trace, once again raised her head, her face, and hung on the smile that had been practiced countless times in the mirror, "Sir, do you want it? What do you need me to do?" "This ...... this ......" This vegetarian uncle hesitated not knowing what to do, a hot head, said: "I this foot ah, recently very sour, you Just help pinch the feet." All of a sudden, all around were quiet, a pair of eyes, staring at Jane Tong's body with great interest, all waiting for her next move.

It feels all so fuzzy and warm; I can easily stare at her the whole day. “Why are you staring at me with that stupid smirk on your face?” The smile on my face only but grows wider as I pull her closer, “I don't have a stupid smirk on my face.” “Then what is it.” “A crooked smile.” “You such a dumb ass.” “Do you want to go for breakfast somewhere?” “Okay, what have you done to Trayton?” “Whacked his ass and buried him in the garden.” “That is not funny.” “I think it is.”

He smirked and for a while, I was lost, I didn't know why he smirked. “Why are you smirking? "I voiced out. “You suck at everything even kissing!!” He muttered going over to his side of the tent. “What???” I asked surprised. “You suck at Kissing!!” He replied not sparing me a glance. “Your body didn't say that a while ago when you're busy sticking your tongue down my throat!!” I spat out angrily completely forgetting about the kiss. Something flashed in his eyes before it was replaced by a smirk. “I guess you're thinking yourself to be attractive well news flash you aren't!!” He replied.

I held Via's trembling hand and whispered to her. "He's not Blade, he's a different person, Via" I was sweating bullets when he started walking towards us with a smile on his face, he was trying so hard to make his lips curve into a sweet smile but he ended up wearing a smirk- a creepy one making my heart race. What is he planning to do? What if after killing Blade, I'm on his next list? No...

I was tired of both loving and hating that sound. "Your voice...I really hate it," I mumbled and opened my eyes, turning to look at him, wanting to see his reaction and I saw that he had this unexplainable look on his face. Something between a smirk and a frown, which was freaky as hell because I don't know how that's even possible. But then again, the man can turn into an animal and back. He tilted his head, the smirk on his face becoming more defined and I watched as the wind blew threw his hair and it flew backwards, away from his face, "I find that hard to believe."

Even though he was saying funny words, there wasn’t a hint of smile or laughter on his face. “Are you seriously quoting Nagato from Naruto?” One of the tied men joked and let out a painful chuckle. The other one smiled awkwardly with his swollen lips. “Yeah, and I’m happy you’ve seen Naruto, now I’m going to show you what Nagato really meant.” Nick replied furiously, he stabbed the man on his lap then twisted the knife, the sound of flesh tearing apart and the splash of blood was covered by the man’s outrageous yell. “Who fucking sent you?” Nick yelled back, ignoring his painful screams.

Eating cereal like it’s a luxury item. Me: Staring at the camera, internally screaming like a trapped extra. He looks up mid-bite. “Miss Park, you’re supposed to look at me, not the lens.” “I’m supposed to look at the person who started this circus?” “Smile.” “I will stab you with this spoon.” He smirks. “Noted.” There it is again — that stupid smirk. The one that makes my blood pressure spike and my brain short-circuit. “You’re enjoying this,” I accuse.

I smiled at him while placing his order on his table and tried to keep my mouth shut when he narrowed his eyes trying to investigate his food like he was a detective with a magnifying glass in his hand. "I said no lettuce" he firmly said. "It has no lettuce, sir. It's only cucumber" I so wanted to punch him right in the face, but I politely smiled back at him. "Take it back. I said no lettuce and that meant no veggies!" "I didn't get that. No lettuce means no lettuce, no veggies mean no veggies" "Are you mocking me?" he raised his voice offended. "Of course not. I'm just explaining why I didn't understand you, sir"

The man let out a pained screech. "Ahhhh! Let me go! You win!" the intruder winced. Venom released him but kept a watchful eye. The man turned around, rubbing his wrist. "Can’t you let me win just once?" he joked with a lopsided grin. "Not a chance. Train harder instead," Venom replied curtly before cracking a rare smile. The tension broke as the two men shared a brief, manly hug. "Welcome back, brother," Venom said, his voice barely above his usual icy tone.