Grumpy Characters Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but smile despite feeling a bit weird because of how fast it was. He's not difficult to like because he's a sweet and caring guy. Unlike other men who are grumpy and always poker-faced. He's not showy either; he's just different. There's something about him. If you look at him, he seems grumpy, but once you get close, he's not. Or maybe I'm just comfortable with him, able to tell him my thoughts.

“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?!

asked Hans. Katy then looked at Jordan's sleeping face. His face is very handsome, and his body is also good muscular. But Katy is very afraid of him when he is angry. "Sorry sir, it seems I can not accept your offer." "Hmm, why? Can't you stand his grumpy attitude either? ” asked Hans. "He's terrible when he's angry." "Then thanks, when he's asleep, you can leave him and go!" "Yes sir." "Keep this a secret!"

Kian smiles, "Eden said he's with Harvey," Grayson hums and heads to the gate, but before he enters, Kian pulls his arm and says, "Say Grumpy, what should I do to start working with you?" Grayson looks at him, confused. "You?" he scoffs, pointing at him. "What about me?" Kian pouts. "I've got muscles. Don't underestimate me." Grayson shakes his head and prepares to get inside when Kian stops him again, "Whatever it takes to work with a handsome man like you," he whispers, making him gulp, "Okay, Grumpy?"

Grumpy: I’m going to enjoy giving you a fail on your exam. -Norali: Are you always full of empty threats? -Mr. Grumpy: I don’t do empty threats.

My family is one of the famous clans in Romblon, and sometimes I hear the words thrown at me. Grumpy is a wise man.Yes, even in university, I hear that term. I can't blame them because I'm not that approachable; I'm grumpy, I don't deny that. But they're not the type to get angry for no reason; maybe they say they're not approachable because they didn't try to approach and talk to me.

His attention stays fixed on his phone, brows drawn into a faint scowl that makes him look dangerously annoyed. The sight pulls an unexpected laugh out of me. He looks like a man personally offended by the existence of this gala. Lucian Montgomery, king of grumpy expressions. If irritation were an art form, he would be a master. Another message lights up my screen. “This migraine is going to kill me.” I bite back a grin. “Don’t keep me waiting or I’ll kill somebody.” “Grumpy much” I type. The reply comes almost instantly. “Just get down here and suffer with me already”

“Then it’s just her and Stumpy.” “What if I don’t like Stumpy looking at my girl?” I growled. Girard chuckled. “Stumpy’s like eighty years old and he’s missing a leg. Trust me, she’d be giving him the thrill of a lifetime just to be able to watch.” I scowled at Girard. “I don’t like-” “Son, I don’t care what you don’t like. That’s the best I can do for you. Now, get to eating,” Girard barked.

/THEO/ He just stared at me with those deep blue eyes, his expression so flat it was almost impressive. Up close, he was even more intimidating—wide shoulders, a sharp jawline, and a general vibe that would make anyone be afraid to approach him. I was different of course, not that I wasn't afraid that he'd call the cops on me, in the sense that I was brave enough to approach despite his demeanor and intimidating look. I wish he wouldn't look at me like some kind of creep. He looked like some high-level accountant or a manager who took himself way too seriously, maybe that's why he was so rigid.

"I did not ask." "You keep looking hopeful." "I am not." He countered. "You absolutely are." "I am not." I pointed my pastry at him, "Hopeful." His jaw tightened, "Eat your breakfast." I grinned, "Hopeful." "Lucian." "Hopeful." "Lucian." "Mr. Grumpy." For a second, I thought he might actually throw me out a window. Instead, he sat down and rubbed a hand over his face. The action looked strangely exhausted. Not physically, emotionally.