Grumpy Characters Novels & Stories

His expression changes to one with a frown and his eyes narrowing at me. " There's a difference between being serious and being grumpy Miss Grey, unlike somebody." He scoffs. " Same difference, you've never shared a single smile or even complimented someone." " So little you know of me Miss Grey." " That's a job description for one of your admires Mr Cullen, not me." I shoot back. " And what's your job description?" Ouch, that's cold right there. " It's making sure that I never have to see you ever again."

Despite myself, his touching and nibbling was driving me crazy. Something that made me all the more furious, because he knew it. I tried to focus on something unattractive about Gray that I could latch onto. But the only glaring thing I could pinpoint was his complete and utter lack of character. He’s evil. Conscienceless and devious. “Why do you want to hear that, Gray?” I said contemptuously. “Does it get you excited.” “No.” He pulled back to give me a long study. “It infuriates me.”

Weird I entered the car, hoping grumpy would be the first person I see, I can't handle the suspence of having to meet him else where, ' please be him' I said with my fingers crossed, thenb I felt a familiar presence, and a familiar person, it was Mr grumpy, looking more stunning than the last time I saw him.

"In fact, get out of my bed and be on your way already! You've gotten what you wanted, so be gone!" He laughs, but I'm not joking. I pull the blanket off his body, but the bastard doesn't budge. I grab his foot, intending to drag him off, but he reaches and pulls me to fall against his body, and then he fastens his hands around me. "Oh, look at you. Don't you know being this grumpy will give you wrinkles?" He pouts, and all I want to do is to bite his lip off. "I'm sorry." He suddenly murmurs out of the blue.

Cole nudged me and motioned towards my back. I got up and turned around. And guess who graced us with their presence. It’s none other than Mr. Grumpy. He looked beyond angry though but in a hot kind of way. Bad Evelyn. Do not think like that for this entitled asshole. I imagined smoke coming out of his ears and bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. Why do handsome guys always have to be like this? I turned around and sat down on my chair. “What are you doing?” Adrian asked me totally on the verge of shitting his pants.

Lukas replied casually, stretching his arms. 'Entertaining?' The personal trainer wondered silently, wiping sweat from his brow. It was very rare for Mr. Lukas Gray to be in anything close to a good mood. He only had two default moods most of the time: Grumpy, like a storm cloud. Super grumpy, ready to snap.

Charlotte felt that Harry didn't look like Griffith, but his proud and stubborn temperament was indeed similar. "Good evening," she said. The little guy smiled sheepishly. He stared at the camera, blinked his eyes, and suddenly said to Griffith, "Uncle seems very happy." Children are naturally sensitive to emotions. Even though Griffith didn't smile, he could accurately sense it. Charlotte specifically glanced at Griffith, trying to see what made him so happy. "Yeah, I'm very happy," Griffith said to Harry.

As soon as he got close, Gaylord saw him. His eyes instantly became cold as they fell on Granger, and his thin lips pursed in annoyance. Granger pretended not to have noticed anything and kept walking in their direction without pausing at all. "What's the chat about?" he asked, stopping in front of Charlene and turning to face her calmly. Ignorant of the conflict between the two guys, Charlene simply remarked, "Work stuff." Charlene's joyful conversation with Gaylord implied that Gaylord was highly proficient in his line of work.

“Guess you can’t be an AI then, ha?” OH. MY. MOTHER. FUCKING---!!! “Are you always this annoying?” I growled, wondering if strangling a human in utter frustration still counted as murder – or self-defense of one’s sanity. Because not only did she just snort and laugh at my outburst, she looked downright amused! “I’m not annoying, I’m charming,” she announced, beaming at me. “You’re just grumpy and don’t appreciate it.” Grumpy?! I’m GRUMPY now?!

Archer murmured, his voice husky with sleep as he pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. I chuckled softly, turning to face him with a playful glint in my eyes. "Good morning to you too, Mr. Grumpy," I teased, poking him gently in the ribs. Archer's lips twitched with amusement as he feigned offense. "Mr. Grumpy? I'll have you know that I'm the picture of happiness and bubbliness," he declared with mock anger. I laughed, shaking my head in amusement. "Of course, darling. That frown that is always resting on your face is a frown of happiness," I quipped, punctuating my words with exaggerated air quotes.