Gray Fullbuster Smile Novels & Stories

(smiles) A. Gupta

"Yup, you look much better if you smile." Grayson was furious. Slapping Belle's hand away, he shouted, "What on earth are you doing, Belle?" "I'm just making you smile. You look better when you smile. Just like this …" With that, Belle tried to pull at his face again. Grayson shouted in anger. "Belle Walters!" "Yeah, I'm here. What's the matter?" Grayson was so pissed that his chest heaved with every breath. "If you dare touch me again, I'll throw you out!"

Black smirked and bit his lower lip—mimicking the photo Grey had received on Instaglow. “I’m not gay, okay!” Grey suddenly shouted, drawing attention from everyone nearby. “What the hell! Let go of my hand!” Black finally let go, winked, and licked his lips seductively. Blue ran to Grey behind the counter and whispered in his ear. “Why don’t you use your powers on Black too? Did you forget?” Grey grinned. “Right.” He stepped out from behind the counter and stood beside Black. Placing his hand on the young man’s waist, Grey leaned in.

“I know my mother, she’ll probably ask a lot of questions. But if she says something excessive, then I’ll deal with it.” I nodded in understanding. “Then smile now.” Grayson placed his index fingers on the corners of my lips. “There, that’s beautiful.” I could feel my cheeks flush and my face warm up. "You have natural blush," Grayson said, smiling. "Oh, really?" "Yeah, it suits your mochi cheeks." He then laughed. "Just kidding." I punched his stomach. "If I'm mochi, what are you?" "I'm a banana. Big and long." "Grayson!"

“Mike? Anyone?” The door opened. It wasn’t them. It was him. Paulson Gray. His hair had thinned. His face was harder, sharper, crueler. But those eyes? Same color as mine. Same terrifying depth. He smiled like he had all the time in the world. “Welcome back, daughter.” I nearly threw up. “What do you want?” He walked over, dragging a chair like a villain in a low-budget action movie. Sat by my side and tilted his head.

he replied, his mouth tugging into a half-smile. “Enough to know that you always have a reason,” Scarlet said. Grayson gave a low laugh. "Good point." He motioned toward the chair facing his desk. "Sit down, Ms. Sinclair.” Scarlet sat, her posture tense but poised. "You look bad," Grayson said, straight up. Scarlet's mouth turned up in a mocking smile. "And you look like you practice mean words in front of a mirror." Grayson let out a low laugh, his eyes shining with amusement.

She gave me a playful grin. Gray didn’t respond immediately, his expression still unreadable. Then he smiled softly. “Alright,” he said, his voice quieter now. Ashley turned to him with her signature charm. “Please, Gray,” she said in her thick Ebonics accent, “You know she’s been working non-stop, and you had her last night. It’s my turn today.” Gray nodded, though I could tell he wasn’t thrilled. “Fine,” he muttered. “Thanks!” Ashley and I said in unison, and we both laughed. I kissed Gray on the cheek and waved as we walked back toward Ethan, who was sitting with our shopping bags.

And the flowers are not mine! - X * I myself service! whistled Gray, exchanging glances with Astakhov. - So you can send a bomb! We are still lucky! Yes guys? - Several motorcyclists that were in the hall laughed. - And then we would have a little bubuh! - drawling the words, added Gray. He cocked his head to one side, and the courier cringed under his gaze. - It seems to me, Grishka, - Gray drawled, sniffing the air, - that the kid is not telling us something.

I said to him, smiling. Grayson seemed caught off guard. He stared at me, momentarily speechless. It was probably the first time he had seen me smile. I used to smile a lot. But somewhere along the way, I haven't shown my smile for a long time. “I like your smile,” he finally said. “You should do it more often.” He didn’t hold back on compliments. I felt an unusual lightness in my heart. “Thank you,” I said with a smile. Grayson leaned back against the edge of the hot spring, watching me with an unreadable expression.

Malisha says rolling her eyes. "Maybe you need new friends." he grins. Malisha can't help the laugh that escapes, and she covers her mouth, but she can’t disguise the laugh with the cough. Grayson’s face breaks into the widest grin she has ever seen on him, and his eyes sparkle so much she has to look away. She was going to forever cherish the memory of his memory of his smiling face, and he was never going to forget that he made her truly laugh in a way that made his heart tug.