Funny Ron Weasley Novels & Stories

This time Sir Leon would take the lead role in that private theater, though she must make do with the body before her, shaping him into the ghost of another man. *** Ronald slammed his chopsticks onto the table with righteous fury sparkling in his eyes. "He is such a jerk, seriously. How the hell did he get that successful while I am still stuck here. Total snake. I still cannot believe he turned out that cool. Bastard!" Leon, Ronald, and Kelly were gathered at a small sushi place, the scent of rice and vinegar drifting like a quiet breeze between them. Ronald, who taught elementary school kids how to run and jump, had been the loudest voice at the table since they sat down. He spoke of an o

He smiled then moved to Ron , similar to her injuries , Ron's singed before closing up . " Thanks mate" wincing slightly Ron nodded at Kyle who smiled back . " Who did you got ?" asked Ron leaning forward to take the coffee offered by Dean " Malcolm "answered Chelsea " Bloody hell, that must have hurt " said Ron at once. " Yeah , he is quite -" " Psycho ?" offered Ron innocently " I was going to say strong but yeah Psycho fits too " said Chelsea chuckling . " Wait till you get Kyle , Malcolm will seem like tame to you " said Ron taking a grateful swig of his coffee.

“Grasshopper?” But Ronan’s hand flew to his hair immediately, his hand touching Ari’s tiny butterfly clips she’d stuck there earlier. “Oh,” he scoffed, pulling them out. “We got bored playing princess.” Solene just blinked at him, honestly not able to even process all he’d just said “You’re turning into a princess.” She finally said. Ronan laughed. “Relax. I’ve survived worse.” “Grasshoppers?” “Worse.” Solène’s words died in her throat.

“Well look at you… you’re starting to look cute, Mr. Gravon! If you don’t come with us, tomorrow you might even have dimples from all that lip twitching!” The household staff who had been silent earlier suddenly burst into laughter. Even Dark/Gravon didn’t know whether he should laugh or get annoyed at what was happening. In the middle of the tension, Mr. Calvez was still pointing at them angrily—but around him, no one could stop the comedy brought by Carolina’s mischievousness and Gravon’s awkward reactions. “Roxane… you know I’m not really Gravon,” Gravon/Dark said while shaking his head, looking at Roxane like a child caught lying.

So I'm stuck with looking like the rest of the girls in the pack, and probably, like an idiot. Cyran and Ronn are waiting outside Veesa's hut when I come out. Ron’s expression doesn't change, but Cyran grins at me. 'Look at you. Like a little princess'. I punch him in the arm and he guffaws freely. It's been a while since I've seen him laugh like that, so I let him. 'You look…great', Ronn says blankly. I raise a brow at him. 'It fits you', he adds hurriedly, 'In a good way. Not like a princess..' He purses his lips for a moment, then twirls on his heels and gestures for us to follow him. 'I think he likes you', Cyran whispers and I punch him again, harder than before and this time he yaps in

He made a puppy face which made me almost laugh but I restrained myself. I smiled. It was not sweet or soft but with a sharp edge that even I could feel. I didn’t want Ronan to have any ideas from my behaviour. “That—” I said lightly, tilting my head. “Was for talking too much again. You really have no idea whatever you are speaking. Do you?” I inquired about him while making it aware that I could see through his antics. His brows lifted slightly, surprise flickering across his face before amusement followed right behind it. “Violent and witty, ugh!” He muttered, rubbing his arm while putting it over his heart dramatically. “I really picked well.”

Instead, he simply rested his chin on his knuckles, his bright eyes fixed on my expression with total calm. Then, without any warning, his shoulders began to shake, and he burst into a deep laughter. I sat there, utterly dumbfounded by his reaction, a spike of irritation flaring up in my chest. "Why exactly are you laughing right now? Do you honestly think my anxiety is some kind of joke?" "No, no, I'm sorry," Ronan said quickly, waving a hand in the air as he wound down his laughter, a highly amused smile lingering on his lips. He adjusted his suit jacket and leaned forward over the table, his demeanor entirely relaxed.

He smiled smugly I was so nervous. Why did I call him anyways? but still any day it is way better than pouring water on Marc " We are sorry sir." theo said " We will see, wait here Ron has nice plans." He laughed then We just exchanged glances with each other " Girls! I liked the fear in your eyes." Ron came in and said sadistically " Good morning sir." We greeted this sadist too " It's the best morning for me." He commented We were just standing quietly having no idea about what they would do. Fred walked in followed by Emmett

“Ye snorted.” “I did not.” “Absolutely did.” Heat floods Elena’s face immediately while everyone starts laughing. Even me. I can’t help it. The sound escapes rough and low from my chest before I can stop it. Elena turns toward me in betrayal. “You too?” “Aye.” “You’re all awful.” She says. “You snorted,” Ronan repeats weakly through laughter. She throws a napkin at him. He catches it dramatically against his chest like he’s been shot. “I’ve been attacked in me own home.” He says.

"Are you heading to the next class?" "Yup," I stated the obvious. "I'm five minutes late, babe. I'll see you later." A bicycle rolled by, and the rider turned around, a boy with acne on his face. "Holy fuck, your girl's ass is huge!," he said loudly to Ron, and I cringed as Ron and his friends laughed. Open-mouthed like a fish, I watched Ron's reaction. Instead of standing up for me, he beamed, lifting his chin.