Vegito Smirk Novels & Stories

he expelled puffing out a sharp breath and shake his head giving Cal a sharp glare but he didn't utter a word to oppose me. I giggle and turn my gaze to Greco and Calcifer who's grinning from ear to ear. "Shall we continue eating?" "Of course" Calcifer chuckle. "Tsk, you're so whipped man" Greco hissed smirking. I raised my left eyebrow brow and glance at Vicenzo who raised his middle finger to Greco "Fuck you" he gritted his teeth. "And I was surprised that you're a shy type too" Calcifer added.

His arms encircled my waist, and when I glanced up, he wore a smirk. "'What if you lose?'" he mocked, recalling my earlier statement amidst the raucous noise surrounding us. I laughed and playfully punched him in the shoulder. "Maybe you should've lost," I teased, but my giggle faded when he smacked my lower back. The music resumed its pounding rhythm, and from the corner of my eye, I noticed the other guy approaching. "Well done," he said flatly, obviously feeling sore about the outcome. Hayden absentmindedly rubbed the spot where he had just smacked me before turning his gaze to the guy. He merely shrugged, his face remaining impassive. Finally, his eyes met mine, and he smirked, leaving m

When Leo smirks, it means he is cooking something up in his head, something that wasn’t good at all, but what was it? To be continued!!

He says smugly. I braced myself up determined to wipe the smug look off his face. I reached out and grabbed the hem of the shirt, my fingers brushed over his warm skin, the smug look fell right off his face as he shuddered slightly. Now it was my turn to smirk. I slowly pulled the shirt off but that turned to be a bad idea because now his perfect body was right above me.

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.

I grimaced while chewing the lettuce. He smirked as he pointed to my face. "You look like an annoyed goat," he said. I gave him a long face as I stopped eating for a while. He kept on laughing but I just ignored him. I shook my head and averted my attention to the food. "Havie," he called me. But I didn't respond or even just look. After I delved every corner of the bowl to search for lettuce, I shifted my attention to the Cucumber. Suddenly, I felt him poking me. "Havoc," he uttered in a serious manner. "Hey!" He sounded pissed. "How long will you ignore me?"

Smirking, an amused grin spread across his face as he looked down whilst shaking his head, his eyes found mine again as he looked up and all I could see was fascination, “So, this is what you do in your off time, is it, beat poor defenseless boxing bags into a pulp,” It wasn’t exactly a question but I felt like being cocky right now. Nodding he just smirked, “Yeah, I guess I felt sorry for the boxing bag, doesn’t seem like anyone really uses it, must mean there aren’t very strong fighters willing to give it a go,” He said raising an eyebrow at me. I immediately crossed my arms as I placed most of my weight on one leg,