Vegito Smirk Novels & Stories

“No, Venom, I did not fall. I was just practicing my sliding skills across mud like a professional. Olympic-level stuff.” Venom tried—and failed—to stifle his laughter, slapping a hand over his mouth but still snorting like an idiot. “Of course, Boss. Very graceful.” I clenched my jaw, stepping closer. “Laugh one more time, Venom, and I swear I’ll have you mopping this floor until it shines brighter than the sun.” Venom straightened up instantly, forcing his face into something resembling seriousness. “Understood, Boss. Completely professional.” He bit his lip hard, his shoulders still shaking.

"Why just smile, honey? Are you imagining how to be. . . ow " Irawan then stroked his arm which was pinched by Saskia. He smiled then kissed the face of Saskia who looked at him without paying attention to the gazes of all the guests. Why are you always teasing me? I'm ashamed to hear your request. Just imagine me not yet, let alone ... "

It rolled off him in waves of heat. "He was looking at her," Viggo snarled. His voice wasn't human; it was gravel grinding in a mixer. "Like meat." "He is an ally," I said. The word tasted like ash on my tongue. "We do not eat allies. Stand down." Viggo’s arm trembled. The muscles were rock hard, locked in a spasm of violence. He glared at the Rogue—who was turning purple, eyes bulging, feet kicking uselessly at the air. Then, he looked at me.

"Was it... someone working for Victoria Corleone?" Enzo, who had been calm, suddenly shot his eyes open and began to struggle violently. I stood behind the one-way glass, smiled at him, and silently mouthed a single word. "Shh." The next second, Enzo made a strange gurgling noise. His hands shot up and clamped around his own neck. The force was shocking, not what you'd expect from a man just pulled back from the brink of death. "Stop him!" Miller roared, bursting into the room.

‎ ‎Maybe he hadn't been completely useless. ‎ ‎Maybe he had done something. ‎ ‎A small smile began to form before he could stop it. ‎ ‎"There." ‎ ‎Ivy pointed dramatically. ‎ ‎"The tomato is smiling." ‎ ‎"I'm not." ‎ ‎"You are." ‎ ‎"I'm not." ‎ ‎"You are." ‎ ‎"I'm literally not." ‎ ‎"Tomato." ‎ ‎Liam groaned. ‎ ‎Then, before he could come up with another argument, Ivy suddenly leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him.

What the fuck is that? He really did smile to Rage but it's not even a genuine one, I rub my temples. I saw how the veins in Rage neck become more visible, though he also smile back to Arther. “Is that so, go on. Eat more like it's your last suffer.” He said enthusiastically, “I wish is it.” He added in a low voice before taking the container of chicken porridge to reheat it. I feel like I got stuck in my enemy's interrogation room, I keep feeling their glance every single second and it make me irritated.

Vivienne slumped against him, letting him hold her weight. “You promise?” she mumbled into his shirt. “Consider it done,” he said, kissing the top of her head. He pulled back slightly, looking down at her. “But now… you need to smile.” Vivienne blinked, sniffing. Simon smirked, a dangerous glint returning to his eyes. “I can’t have fun if you keep acting like a martyr, Viv. Smile for me.” It was a command, wrapped in velvet. Vivienne forced the corners of her mouth up. It didn’t reach her eyes, but it was enough for him.

My wolf growled threateningly at him, causing him to look up at me with that same stupid smirk. “Is this guy an idiot or what? Does he want to die at my hands tonight?” I thought within me as I weighed his reactions. I grit my teeth in anger, clenching my jaw tight as the dumb smirk remains plastered on his face. I want to smack it off with a punch while kicking him so hard until he goes unconscious. He doesn’t change his disposition, even with all the anger and fury on my face.

It took me a moment and I could only pant as I came down from my high… "You’re feeling warm now right?" Vito asked, smirking, looking me straight in the eye, all I could do was nod still and as I nodded, I noticed the tent in his pants. "Yeah...but what about…” I started but Vito cut me off “I’m okay, baby,” he said smiling warmly and I kept quiet because I wasn't exactly secure about my skills to pleasure him just yet. “And besides you can always ask and get some more, I’m at your beck and call, “ he said, smiling slyly

etiquette he’d practiced in his head. "When did I beg you to eat?" Damien asked, watching him with an unreadable expression. "Eh… #@#$$#$###…" Aiden mumbled, his cheeks stuffed with sushi. "Don’t bother talking with your mouth full… just take it easy," Damien said. Then, it happened. A faint, genuine smile broke across Damien's face—not the usual arrogant smirk, but something soft and real. Aiden stopped chewing, nearly choking on his water as he swallowed quickly. "Ugh! You just smiled! I thought your facial muscles were paralyzed—you never smile!" Aiden chuckled, pointing a chopstick at him.