Grumpy Characters Novels & Stories

he growled. " What? I told you at the party that I find your face interesting and that's the truth,so please can you leave now before I call the police "I said angrily. “I don’t enjoy being dismissed,” he said quietly. “And I don’t enjoy being watched and lied to.” I met his eyes, refusing to step back. “I told you the truth.” “You told me part of it.” I tried to close the door. His hand didn’t move but the door stopped.

Then he’d run off to shower or shit hopefully pray to something to repent. Grady was a character. He had shorter dark curly hair with mocha colored eyes, pouty lips, gorgeous smile, dimples and a strong jaw line. He had a Clark Kent persona - this brilliant IT geek by day and complete womanizer by night. He was giving hometown, boy next door / fuck boy kind of vibes. Despite being a total womanizer - Grady was actually an amazing guy. He was a rock for the few people he let into his heart. Scott was as valuable to him as his left testicle, and I… well, I was his Wendy. He’d do just about anything for us. We were his family.

Bookshelves lined the walls, their shelves filled with a vast collection of knowledge and wisdom. Harley Louis leaned casually against the window, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Let me tell you," he began, his voice alive with animated chatter. "Those old geezers in the Granger family are something else. The moment they caught sight of you returning, I swear, they were spewing curses under their breaths."

I looked at him and chuckled lightly. "What's funny?" he asked, suspicion creeping into his tone. "Why so grumpy?" I teased, unable to resist. He stopped the car on the side of the road and looked at me intently, his gaze sharp. "I'm not grumpy," he said in an annoyed tone. I playfully smirked at him. "Really?" I teased further, enjoying the way he tightened his jaw. He glared at me, his blue eyes piercing. "Take it back. I am not grumpy," he said firmly, trying to regain control of the situation.

Cole The man in front of me isn't all that big. To be fair, he's a good head taller than I am, but he's fairly lean with a sexy build I can totally get into. But overall, he isn't some massive hulk. The problem lies entirely with the way he carries himself. Christian Thompson is what I would like to call a royal grump. Everything about him screams, "I prefer not to be talked to, looked at, or absolutely disturbed in any way possible"

"Funny thing, I ran into the owner himself. And you know what he said? He told me not to work, that I'd be paid weekly regardless." I froze, wide-eyed. "Wait... what? Grandma, that's incredible. How on earth did you manage such a favor?" Before Grandma could answer, Hope piped up from her chair, grinning. "It's Mr. Grumpy! Mr. Grumpy!" Sam burst out laughing. I frowned in confusion. "Mr. Grumpy?" Grandma chuckled. "That's what she calls the owner of the company. Can't for the life of me figure out why." Hope giggled harder. "Mummy, he's sooo grumpy."

"Come sit next to me. I want to hear everything. What's it like living with Mr. Grumpy over there?" Arabelle found herself smiling despite her earlier anxiety. "Mr. Grumpy?" "That's what I called him while growing up. He was always so serious about work." Clara leaned in conspiratorially. “What do you expect from a don like me?” Dante said, sipping from the champagne he took from the table. "Has he loosened up at all, or is he still impossible?" Clara continued her rants.

“I remember I haven’t told you thank you for saving me, so… thank you.” “Yes, you were too busy throwing accusations at me, but you’re welcome.” Feeling awkward, I gave him a small smile. Of course, he returned it with a scowl. I rolled my eyes. “Why are you always angry?” I asked. “I’m not angry. I just get frustrated dealing with idiots.” Lunara, can you kill Rohan already? “Okay, Mr. Grumpy, but it won’t hurt you to smile once in a while,” I said. “Like a genuine smile.”

“Oh my god! Seriously, stop shooting me you little twats! There’s too many of them.. Half of them have snipers and shotguns and we’re just two!” Ginger exaggerates. “Great we’re dead.” And with that our characters collapse. “see i told you, your inner british self does come out.” I pipe in making her glare at me. “This is the last freaking time I’m doing this and I’m done.” She says annoyed. We were sitting on the floor playing a new game that came out recently. I mean how bad could a night be with your best friend, eating popcorn and struggling to finish a level. Nothing can go wrong, right?

When they had alighted from the hatch and walked into the doors of the house he grabbed onto her arm, turning her to face him. "Care to tell me why you're grumpy?" He asked with a frown, examining her expression with keen interest. She let out that hysterical laugh she always laughed when she'd gone beyond pissed to raging mad. Wishing herself away from him she spoke, "you want to know why I'm grumpy huh?" "I asked, so tell me." Marcellus ground his molars to dust as his annoyance blossomed. "Is this all a joke to you? My life. Killing me and saving me, trying to get into my pants. Was it all playing? If it was did you have fun? Are you having fun? Because I seriously hope you are.