Grumpy Characters Novels & Stories

Mathew nods, gives me a sympathetic look before hurrying out of the office. Mr. Grumpy tilts his head, extending his hand and I mistook that as a handshake extension and reaches to take his hand but he scowls. "The coffee, dummy!" He groans irritatedly. Right, I thought as much. I hand him the coffee, and he takes it with a glare, and heads back to his desk but just when I thought it was all over, he spits the coffee out, and faces me with a glare that screams if eyes could kill.

I sat up groggily, rubbing my eyes as he walked in, his face set in its famous glare. “Mr. Grumpy, where were you? Do you know how worried I was?” He halted, raising a brow. “Worried? About what?” “It’s one in the morning. Why would you be out so late without saying anything? It’s not safe—and I’m your wife. Don’t I deserve to know where you are?” He smirked, a cold glint in his eye. “You do remember the clauses, don’t you? No affection at home. Or are you already breaking the rules?”

My bed hair was stuck in all directions and there was drool at the edge of my lips, so why was he even accommodating me? “I am sorry,” I apologized. “Mr. Grumpy, I—“ I began in an attempt to explain myself but he cut me off. “I don’t like that name.” Moore Deadpanned and I stared at him with bewilderment. “But you liked it before—“ “Well, I don’t like it now. Get dressed, I will show you around.” Moore offered and exited the room. I smiled to myself; He acted like he was a bitter old man but even he was a gentleman.

Granny even pushed us, making Jasper laugh. While looking at Granny, we sat on the sofa. “I’ve noticed that Granny is never seen resting at home. She’s always busy.” “Grannies and other older people should always be on the move. If they don’t, their muscles and bones become trapped, and they may have trouble moving.” Jasper spoke. I faced Jasper. “Wow, you know that?” Jasper chuckled. “You’re adorable. Let me kiss you.” “Try it, and I’ll put my sock in your mouth,” I said, holding my socks out. I didn’t annoy Jasper. He laughed at me. Sometimes I felt my moody attitude toward Jasper wasn’t working because he laughed.

Grandpa Woods scoffed, eyeing her with a mix of playful disdain and genuine concern. “Just now, you looked like a mouse caught in a room full of hungry cats.” Kourtney rolled her eyes, ready for their usual banter. “And you, Grandpa, look like a relic from the Stone Age. Maybe it’s time you learned to lighten up too! You know, it’s impressive how you manage to stay this grumpy at your age. It must take a lot of energy.” “Grumpy? I prefer to think of myself as seasoned. You youngsters just don’t understand the value of experience,” Grandpa Woods said with a satisfied grin.

Reasonable. I hated it. "The city station," I said. "No police stations. Not my place either." A beat. "So, your place or mine?" I stared at the ceiling. "You say that like we're making dinner plans." "Grumpy." I blinked. "What?" "That's what you were like the first night I met you. Thought it might've softened by now." He glanced back briefly, amusement written in the corner of his eye. "It hasn't." "You don't know what you're talking about."

SOPHIA’S POV “Grumpy man,” I muttered under my breath the moment Mr. Graham was out of sight. I let out a sharp hiss, crossing my arms over my chest. The nerve of him. Ordering me around like I was some maid. I sank back into my chair, my fingers tapping against the desk as annoyance bubbled inside me. Damon Graham, billionaire, business tycoon, and the rudest man alive. He had no idea how insufferable he was.

“I know that. I was just saying and looking on the bright side because, unlike you, my friend, I’m a bright guy.” “Yeah, brighter than a lightbulb and sharper than a tack. Duly fucking noted.” “Is that the F-bomb I hear being dropped in a lady’s presence?” Granny storms into the room, her face bright and alive with real affection. She’s obviously ignoring the fact that she likes to drop a few curse words here and there and liberally everywhere. “Let’s take the party to my place, boys.” She sweeps her hand to include the four goons hanging back. “You four as well. You’re coming with me tonight.” They’re much quieter with the louder brothers around. I get that. They’re all characters, alright,

“Rome Langston. How’s he?” “Grumpy like an old man.” Heera laughed beside me, elbowing me. “I’ve read that a thousand times, my dear princess. First, they can’t stand each other. Then there’s this crazy chemistry full of fireworks going between—” “Stop.” I smiled earnestly. “There’s no crazy chemistry of fireworks. Just fire from his mouth. He’s so grumpy and brooding, glaring all the time.” I pinched my eyebrows together, showing Heera. “His eyebrows were always sticking together. He’s like angry at the world in general. You know Red? The Angry Bird? Yeah, he’s that guy.”

"You mean that you're still Uno. Like Uno. No girls. No crush. No woman?" "Of course, there are women. But nothing serious. They are not what I want," he said, smiling at her. "Don't worry. You're just twenty-seven. You Will find the perfect woman, Grandpa," she playfully said, taking a sip of her drink. "Shut up," he hissed, pulling her hair a little. "No. You shut up." She slapped his hand away. "So how is Mr. Grumpy?" he asked laughing as she rolled her eyes.