Gray Fullbuster Smile Novels & Stories

He sighed, "I would have got here sooner but the earliest flight wasn't until this morning and I had to pay in person." I pulled back, feeling ridiculously pathetic as I wiped at my eyes, probably smearing whatever was left of yesterday's mascara. I glanced up at him, my breath catching as I took in the familiar face I'd missed so much. Grayson was towering at six foot six, dark-skinned, his short dreads framing his face. With those dark, expressive eyes and that easy smile, he looked the part of his profession. He had double piercings on both ears, adding a rebellious touch to his otherwise laid-back look. He studied my swollen face, his gaze softening as he let out a deep chuckle. "Damn, B

The guy greeted before his eyes shifted towards Jasmine as a smirk found his lips, Jasmine felt more uncomfortable. "You were really serious about training this girl huh, Tom?" He asked, almost shocked that his friend is going out of his way to training a girl he just met. Tommy rolled his eyes at his friend before turning towards Jasmine, signaling her to come closer. "Jasmine, I'd like you to meet my right hand, Gray," he said as Jasmine blankly stared at Gray before nodding. "Nice to meet you, Gray," she mumbled, immediately avoiding his gaze as he chuckled. "She's shy, huh?" Gray asked as Tommy scoffed. "You should be grateful, she ain't talking her ass off, asking questions and shit," T

He gave a nod of confirmation and tilted his head. "And what does a happy face look like?" he questioned and hoped that she would bring that bright smile he saw when he first awoke. She looked at him questionably, before sighing and turned sideways so she could face him. Her cheeks tilted upwards as she tried to put a happy smile on, even though it hurt to even act happy, she thought it would be best to teach him. She noticed how he zoned in on her lips and felt a wash of tingles all over her, the hard stare making her squirm both uncomfortable and oddly, pleasuring. Grayson took note how she was squirming and stopped looking at the fake smile, he knew it wasn't real, the brightness in her e

I said firmly, clutching the phone, which seemed to be pulsing in my hand, ready to explode at any second. The red wolf squinted one eye and, lighting a cigarette, smiled unpleasantly, exhaling smoke from his nostrils. - Grisha owes us more for the explosives... - Oh, you're a f*cking f*ck! - growled Gray and rushed at him. I dropped my phone and turned around, placing my hands on his chest. Of course, unsuccessfully, but the rest of the guys grabbed him from behind in time and began to pull him away. Gray furiously flared his nostrils, his eyes shone with a thirst for murder, but, fortunately, he allowed himself to be pulled away and vented his rage on some cobblestone.

Grey grins, “Sweetie, I’d like to have at least one good picture of you hard for me.” Seb smirks and Grey sighs, “This one works for me, because I made it for me. But I can make you one, just give me a day or two depending on how much sex we’re having and how much time I’d have to work.” Seb grins,

The cigarette smoke slowly faded in the air. Kimmy continued, trying to find a logical reason. “I used to love pancakes. But in recent months, every time I smell them, my stomach turns. I don’t even know why. Maybe my body just can’t handle too much sweetness anymore. So… it’s not your fault, Gray.” Grayson sighed, looking up at the sky whose colors were beginning to change. Slowly, he dropped the cigarette into the nearest ashtray. “So that’s the reason.” “Yes.” Kimmy finally released her embrace, then stepped forward, turning Grayson so that they were facing each other.

Then, for the first time since I started working here—he smiled, lasting for over a second. And it transformed him. He looked… breathtaking. Why did he always keep such a straight face if smiling made him look this good? “You don’t have to apologize, Tilda. I’m more concerned about your welfare,” he said. I smiled back, feeling foolish. Miranda was right. I was only acting this way because I had been away from men for so long. There was no way Mr. Gray—Oscar Gray—was connected to my past. It was ridiculous to even consider it. Oscar Gray lives here in Bellaire, and not in Houston Heights.

He was bright eyed and offered her a smile. “Good morning, Love.” Grayson’s head leaned up from between her legs to face his friend. His mouth still wet with her. His features tense and uncertain. “We tried to wake you brother. But you slept like the dead,” he explained. “I just hoped you saved some for me,” he grinned, “but I know you don’t like to share G-Man.” Amber snorted and Grayson smiled. He got off the bed, allowing Amber to see his arousal. He ran a hand through his messy, dark locks.

I don't have friends - I am not sure if that is something that I should be proud of. Well, it's not like I don't try to approach my classmates or try to interact. It’s just that I have a weird smile. No, it's not the type of smile that involves weird and rotten teeth - I have perfectly white and straight teeth. You see, my smile is fatal and dangerous. Just one look at these weapons and even the ferocious growl of a mountain lion would seem harmless. If this were a comic, I would call this attack: The Killer Smile.

Fermion asked before he could properly sit down and the elder's jaw tightened but other than that, he made no move to show any other emotions on his face. His gaze landed on me next and I forced myself not to stiffen as I held his gaze for a brief minute before he looked away towards Fermion. “You should be aware of that, or do you need me to spell it out for you?” The elder jabbed at Fermion and for the first time since we arrived, Fermion smiled. “I wouldn't bother your old brain with that, I would be surprised if you could still spell this far into your funeral” Grayson made a small noise of amusement by my side and I pinched his thigh hard.