Groan Sentence Novels & Stories

Grace ran out of patience with him, saying bluntly, "You jerk! Get out of my way!" "What did you say?" The man was annoyed but smiled again. "But you're still so energetic and charming." "It's normal to meet a few jerks in one's life, but you're not a jerk. You're a slug!" Grace lost her temper. "Give you an inch, and you take a yard!" As she spoke, she kneed him in the groin. The man wailed in pain, covering his private part. The people around him looked over. Grace snorted, curved her red lips, and stepped elegantly away on her heels.

"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 heard this nasty crack—yeah, that was his nose meeting my knuckles. Not exactly a symphony, but music to my ears all the same. "FUCK!" With his hands to his face, Griffin staggered back. "Shit! My nose!" Kellan burst out laughing. "Oh damn, she got you good!" Maia whooped loudly. "Atta girl!" I winced, offering an apologetic look. "You okay?" "DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M OKAY?" he barked, holding his now-bleeding nose.

“Don’t get used to it.” Max leaned closer, his eyes narrowing as he studied Adrian. “Why don’t you smile more? Are you one of those grumpy old men in disguise?” I burst out laughing, nearly dropping my cone. “He’s got you pegged, Adrian.” Adrian gave Max a deadpan look. “I’m not old.” “Grumpy, though,” Max said, nodding sagely. “Definitely grumpy,” I agreed, grinning at Adrian’s long-suffering sigh.

"Then he likes to make crude jokes." Aaron glanced at the kids before mouthing, "Morning glory." He then nodded in affirmation, just as Angie's embarrassed face flooded with horror. Caleb massaged his forehead, hiding part of his face. His shoulders vibrated through laughter and the snort that came from him as he fought to regain composure, set off Aaron's paroxysm of giggles. Angie bit the insides of her cheeks as she shook her head in disgust at both of them. Her eyes flicked to mine. "Look at what we have to put up with."

Scott chuckled. "I just wanted to say, you have the sexiest ass I've ever seen." The statement suddenly raised her eyebrows. "Oh yes?" "Really!" exclaimed the man reassuringly. “Like a grade A melon” "So, you're saying I have melon butts?" Grace burst out laughing. Instead of laughing along, Scott just snorted in disgust. "Why even laugh at it?" Scott put on a sulky look. "I'm serious, you know." "I'm laughing because I'm happy," Grace said, stirring the golden liquid in the cup in her hand. "You're the first person to openly give such a compliment, be very specific."

I'm more interested in finding a friend with benefits, because of course, a mind-blowing orgasm wouldn't hurt either. Just then, we heard a groan and turned to see Declan standing in the doorway, clearly annoyed. He was rubbing his forehead and muttering to himself. We couldn't help but burst out laughing, which only seemed to irritate him more as he turned and walked away.

Marcel felt like he is a god while the two of them are sinners who asked for his forgiveness. Marcel's laughter erupted like the cackle of a maniac, wild and unrestrained. His eyes grew wide with mirth as he threw his head back, clutching his stomach as if in pain. The sound echoed through the room, filling it with a sense of chaos and unpredictability. It was a laugh that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it because it was clear that Marcel was not in his right mind. As the laughter subsided, he looked around with a twisted grin on his face.

Grace Eleanor stared at me for a long moment, her eyes scanning my face. Then, without warning, she burst into soft laughter. She covered her mouth, shoulders shaking slightly as she tried to contain herself. I frowned immediately and turned toward her. “Eleanor, I’m serious,” I said, my voice low and strained. She smiled at me, still clearly entertained. “I know you’re serious, I can tell. Whenever you’re serious, you get this frustrated little crease between your eyebrows. So relax, Grace. Nothing is wrong.”

Noah said and glanced at me. "Look at us,... Both full of nothing but panic attacks!" I said and we both laughed. We both looked at each other, "Gosh, we're pathetic!" We both said at the same time jokingly, before we both burst out laughing. "Ouch!" I said as I stopped and grabbed my stomach, feeling my face scrunched up as I hissed from the pain. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" Noah asked frantically. "Yes, I'm fine," I said, straightening up.