Grinned And Bared It Novels & Stories

My lips trembled so much that my whole face became a grimace. Henry frowned. He frowned. "Face of the one who is about to have diarrhea. From afar, Kendall laughed outrageously. His hair was stuck that night, letting small brown locks slip around his face with the exaggerated access of laughter. "It's the first time I've heard someone resemble passion to a stomach ache. "She commented, finishing washing a cocktail shaker. Emitting a deep sound of disgust, I left my cell phone in the nearest beverage compartment and rehearsed my most genuine disapproving grimace.

To stop fighting me, for fuck’s sake. I guess there’s one way to make that happen. I can concede. My lips curl. Oh, yeah. I don’t think my scrappy mate would know what to do with a win. I flash her a wide smile, and then I do something I’ve never done before. I bare my throat. Behind me, the grunts and idle conversation stop. “What are you doing?” Una hisses under her breath. I don’t answer. She knows. “Get up.” She squirms in her chair, her gaze darting over my shoulder. “They’re staring.”

The sharp planes of his face softened, the hard line of his mouth curving into something achingly human. His teeth, straight and white, flashed in a way that felt almost unfair, like a secret weapon he kept hidden until it could do the most damage. His grin didn’t just transform his face; it transformed the entire atmosphere around him, injecting warmth into the cold, calculated aura he usually carried. “Well, that’s enough of a demonstration, don’t you think?” I said, clearing my throat slightly. “I don’t think so.”

Ingrid happily said while clapping both of her hands for applause. It wasn't until the smile on his face disappeared and was replaced with a malicious grin as he boldly spread his arms. “So you choose your mate over your family hm?” He stated with a grin on his lips as he wiped the corner of his lips that was bleeding with the back of his hand.

Three old‚ rugged‚ terrifying men with fαces thαt looked like they’d seen αnd cαused wαy too much pαin. “Took you long enough to wαke‚” one of them sαid. He hαd α deep scαr αcross his cheek thαt twisted when he tαlked. His grin mαde my skin crαwl. “Α whole dαmn dαy αnd you didn’t move. We αlmost thought you were deαd.”

The caption: "A tip of how I’ll eat you out." My grin was pure predator.

She stared up at the moon, teeth bared. It wasn’t gorged anymore. It was grinning.

he grins at me and ran. ---

Dicken drew his tongue out and licked his greasy lips, exposing his sharp teeth in displeasure. When he saw the remaining grilled fish in my hand, he got a sad expression on his face. I couldn't help but burst out laughing when I saw his expressions. I was laughing so hard that I couldn't hold the fork in my hand.

His lips were tilted slightly tilted into ‘that grin’, changing his entire ‘I’m going to murder you’-demeanor to a rather – if possible – even more disturbing ‘I’m gonna have fun with you’-posture… I gulped and took another step back. I was so screwed!