Gray Fullbuster Smile Novels & Stories

His fingers still wore the shades of red and black colours, while tiny drops of white and gold, glinted off the backpack he had scrapped off the floor, just a few minutes after Yvette's text. He tilted his head to the brick wall he stood before, and stared a few seconds at the half finished painting. He had managed the upper half of the skull with tiny rose petals floating over it, but the lower jaw was missing. The top had its complete set of gold lined smirking teeth, which among those was a fang soiled in mostly red and part gold. A second of satisfactory smile smeared on his face and disappeared, as he grabbed tighter the straps of his backpack, and picked his way to the location Yve had

And I don't know what's wrong with him in my head, but he looked so attractive with his hair messed up wildly. Grean, with his head stuck inside a book; whose headline was “Advantages of Being a Marginalized”; He ignored the abnormal attitude of his friends until he pulled a cigarette out of his black leather jacket and comically lit it with his friend's toy lighter. He looked up at us and gave me his best lopsided smile. There are killer smiles and those of Grean Elordi. I turned a little blushing, “I'll pretend I haven't seen anything.”

I watch as they both laugh hysterically, faces turning red, tears of laughter almost pouring out of their eyes. Fuck... Grayson looks absolutely gorgeous when she laughs. Her perfectly aligned white teeth, the dimple on the left side of her face, the shine in her beautiful green eyes, the way her eyebrows furrow, the rosy glow of her skin... And don't even get me started on the sound of her laughter. It's angelic. It's heavenly. It's music to my ears. It makes my knees go weak. It makes my heart flutter. And I feel so proud that I'm the one who made her laugh, even though I have no idea what I did.

she smiles. We followed her to the back yard and I almost burst into laughter when I saw the decorations. Does Grayson think she is still six years old. "What is wrong with your dad? You see what I am seeing right?"Erica whispers not being able to contain her laughter anymore. "Dad!"Piper whines. Grayson finally got down from the table and his eyes met us,I mean mine. A bright smile immediately appears on his face and he walks towards us. "You guys finally made it"he says looking at me but I couldn't look at him or else I would blush.

My mom has always told me to stop taking lots of sugar but I never listen, I'm a sweet tooth it's something she should know by now. "Thank you." I tip her and I collect my coffee and head toward the girls. The guy they're laughing with is cute. He has dark hair, his eyes look green, they are green. He has brown skin and I love his smile it's nice. He dresses nice too. He's wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black pants, and blue sneakers. He looks like a lady's man. That's why my girls are laughing like maniacs. "Hey, guys," I say and they stop laughing when they see me. Well, Aisha is still laughing.

She stated, the smile on her face all gone. "Damn it! I hope you can get over the waves of surprise that will sweep you off your feet in the most negative way." Grayson spoke with gritted teeth as he turned and walked away.

she replied and smiled charmingly, her eyes sparkling with vibrance to everyone that surrounds her. The group cheered and continued their laughters as they chattered mirthfully. While they were happy mingling around in the middle of the hallway, a middle-aged man wearing a red turtleneck shirt with golden rose embroidery, approached them. His narrow, deep set eyes looked at them and squinted as a smile curved his lips.

A message. She didn’t need to speak. And that smile landed right at the feet of Rex Radford. He had been half-distracted, more amused by the whole spectacle than impressed—until that walk began. Until that body moved with such fluid grace. Until that smile. Until those eyes—those unmistakable gray eyes with gold flecks—locked with his. His body froze, the breath in his lungs knocked out of him like a punch to the chest. His phone slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a clatter.

Grayson didn't let him keep it. He stepped forward once, twice, until Lennon had to tip his head back to hold eye contact. Up close he smelled like cedar and something musky. “You were late,” Grayson said, almost softly. “I… Sorry, traffic.” That was a lie. Grayson's gaze dipped to Lennon's mouth, then lower, lingering on the faint red mark peeking above his collar. When he spoke again, his voice was... deeper. “Traffic,” he repeated in an almost amused tone. “Interesting.”

Grace. "Laugh more often. I like seeing your smile. It's very sweet," said Grace, smiling meaningfully. Without realizing it, she was really paying attention to Yogie earlier. The woman never thought that behind Yogie's cold face there was hidden a unique smile that was so sweet. Gummy smiles. Isn't that as cute as its nickname? Hearing this praise, Yogie couldn't help but smile shyly. Not only did she succeed in making Yogie laugh, Grace also succeeded in making the man awkward, causing a blush to spread across his cheeks.