Funshine X Grumpy Novels & Stories

On my way in I meet Grace about to leave. “Hello, dear,” Grace says, hugging me. “How are you doing Grace,” I say hugging her back. “I am doing fine, my dear. How are you doing?” “I am good, and it seems you are about to step out.” “Yes, I am going home for the weekend.” “Oh, that’s sad. I would have loved it if you could help me with the doughnut because Mr Grumpy here won’t stop complaining, and we have not even started yet.”

"Laundering cash, savvy investments, political schmoozing. I'm your guy. We're two halves of a whole." I mulled it over. "Make it twenty-eighty. I'm eighty, you're twenty." Alex squinted, a smirk playing on his lips. "Greedy, aren't you?" "I could go it alone and keep the whole pie." I was brimming with confidence. My capabilities were not in doubt. Teaming up with him was merely a convenience. He studied me for a heartbeat, and then his smile broadened. "It's a deal," he said, offering his hand. "Here's to a fruitful partnership, my betrothed."

His thin eyelids carried a faint blush. His long lashes were lowered slightly as he sang a foreign song, his voice husky and magnetic. I listened carefully, and it sounded like he was singing in Farvoan. The girls around us chattered and snapped photos. Kelly tugged at my arm excitedly. "Xandra, that's the lead singer of a band formed by students here! Isn't he handsome? He could totally debut right away!" He really was handsome. I nodded, intrigued. So, when he finished singing that day and the girls rushed up to ask for his number, I—much to Kelly's shock—also handed him my phone.

And just before I finally heard my husband groan louder than I’ve ever heard before. “Oh... oh fuck!” Trent growled, slamming his cock to its base and leaving it as deep as possible, inside Polly’s fertile pussy, as it throbbed and pumped his giant load, deep into her belly. “Fuck!” Polly cried out with exasperation. She felt the sweat on her face and Trent’s and broke into a smile as she grazed the side of my husband’s cheek, as he continued filling her with his seed.

thing. Me: I don’t mind if you bring the cat. Charlie: Thank you so much. Me: You can thank me later. Charlie: Don’t make me change my mind. She sends an eye rolling GIF after that, which I top with a crazy cat lady meme. A laughing emoji comes through after that, and then nothing. Assuming she went back to work, I spring back into action, cleaning the rest of the house as fast as I can. I need to go to the grocery store, and I have no fucking idea what some of these steps in the recipe Quinn sent even mean.

These men are deranged, I drag my hand down my face as the door opens and in comes Fran with the baby. “What have I missed?” she asks, looking between us all. “Our Luna has fucking super powers” Trent says, looking like a big kid. “So wait a minute, I'll tell you about an impending war, a crazy grandad and everything else but super powers is what you tell her first?” He nods with a big grin, fuck sake this is going to be a long ass life with this pair of man childs. Fran laughs, handing me the baby. I hold it like a sack of potatoes; I mean what do I know about these tiny creatures. Clay laughs at me, coming cover he takes the child from me, feeling relieved I smile at him.

"My favorite team has a bout tonight. It's actually a double header, but I wanted to go to see High Rollers battle it out against Bone Breakers." "I take it you're a High Rollers fan?" She blushed a warm shade of embarrassment, and her eyes softened in the cutest way. "Actually, I'm a Grim D. Mise fan. She happens to be a High Roller." "What's a Grim D. Mise? Keep in mind, I know nothing about roller derby."

she exclaimed jumping up and down. She was so happy to find out Dylan actually listens when she talks and got her a simple gift. She loved the simple things since she was used to extravagance and Dylan was doing that so well. Dylan on the other hand was happy to make her smile after all she was the girl he liked.

Amanda groaned while gulping the glass of beer. "Must be humongous and massive." Hasen casually commented while scrolling on his phone. "Hmm, my shit isn't the only thing that is humongous and massive though," Goro said as he sat back on the couch. "Wha—?" Hasen's brow raised as his jaw hang open in disgust and shock, "The fuck?" "Wanna see?" Goro smirked. "Hell no!" Hasen punched him straight in the face. "Fucking hell..." Raven can only rub his temples from embarrassment and stress by his co-executives.

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?