Grinned And Bared It Novels & Stories

As I scrolled downward, I realized in all his youth pictures, he wore a big smile on his face, something I had never seen on him. His eyes sparkled with delight, shining like two stars in the midnight sky. His mouth was contorted in a wide, genuine grin that stretched from ear to ear. His teeth gleamed bright white, surrounded by rosy lips that were pulled slightly wider at either end. His cheeks were crinkled with delight, and his eyebrows were raised in a playful expression. It was as if he had just heard the world's funniest joke and couldn't contain his joy. Every aspect of his face radiated pure happiness, making me Wonder how he turned so cold looking.

he barked, his expression dark and commanding. Feeling the sharp pain in my abdomen from the sudden movement, I clutched at my wound and curled my lips into a faint smile. “Fine, have it your way.”

The wound was refusing to scar. Then he turned his face back to me and stretched his mouth to bare his teeth in a feral grin. "You are right. I'm deplorable. I love that that's what you think I am. Because it would be a precarious situation if you were both in love with me, don't you think?" He chortled maniacally.

Wowed could be a better word. His black on black will never get old. And this time mixed in with a red Tshirt that has rips revealing a bit of his skin, chef's kiss. 10/10. I would recommend gaping at this man like a warping fish. He lifts his head up, and I might have imagined this, but there was a faint hint of a smile on his face. Before he wiped it clean. "Good morning." I greeted, and Griffin gave me a strange look. "You're in a good mood. Did something happen?"

“Bite me.” Heath lets his fangs elongate from his gums and gives her a wide grin. “Oh, baby, I thought you would never ask!”

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I uttered. Barry took a step closer to me. The smirk on his face widened into a beaming grin. "Oh yeahh," Barry's voice spoke boomingly, boosted by the shower setting around us. "You're not dreaming," Barry said letting his voice linger before continuing. "These are for real." Barry rocked his hips. This caused his big, wrinkly nuts to shake back and forth in front of me. "Impressive, aren't they?"

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.”

"I could go for some fresh blood," Her eyes widened. "I mean, a bloody coffee. Let’s call some—" "Wait, um- did we…" The words rolled from her mouth, her cheeks going glossy pink as she gulped thickly. She took a weak breath. "Did we, uh, you know-" she bit her lips. "Did we what, little human?" Jerk! Grace's cheeks charred as she nibbled her lip. "Did we, you know, um-do it?" Grayson’s grin grew broader, until a deep laughter broke out his sinfully excellent mouth.

I barked at him, my brows knotting in Anger but my words halted at his words. "It depends. If that's what you've been anticipating, I can oblige," he responded curtly with a nefariously sadistic grin before averting his gaze from mine. I felt some stupid crazy tingles between my legs but that didn't stop the anger that coursed through me.