Grumpy Characters Novels & Stories

Especially with how close it is to Luke and Logan’s birthday. “Are you trying to get rid of me?” I ask. “Yes,” he responds immediately, making me laugh. Being grumpy is a personality trait of his. I forgot how much I missed it. His personality is coming back after being so out of it in the hospital. “I haven’t been alone in forever. If I can’t get to the store, then I can send you and maybe have some peace and quiet before your mother gets home and fusses over me.”

Dad said, and I hated his cryptic ways. "So he is a clown?" I asked, and my father took a deep breath. "I can't tell you if he hasn't agreed to it... but you need to give him space," I agreed, and Mom rolled her eyes. "My father was not that grumpy..." Mom sighed, and I shrugged my shoulders. I have heard many stories about Grandpa Sebastian, the most prominent Beta the realm has had. Ralph is just as strong and fast as he is, but I have never heard of Grampa being grumpy or moody like Ralph.

Maurice asked again. "He does snap, but it’s okay, it doesn’t hurt my feelings, it just gets under my skin," I answered, which made them both laugh. I don't know about that guy. It seems like being grumpy is just in his nature. But I’ve noticed that it fades whenever something happens to me or when I answer him. Honestly, I’m confused, but I don’t want to jump to conclusions because maybe I’m just thinking he’s worried about me when he might not be.

Charlie glared at her fiercely before he said in a cold voice, “You were obviously the one who stirred up trouble in the first place, and you are still thinking of getting rid of others at every turn! Who cultivated this kind of bad habit in you?” Carmen had a very gloomy expression as she choked up and said, “I have never suffered such a huge grievance in my whole life…” Charlie replied coldly, “Then, you will have already experienced it for yourself today. Furthermore, this is just a small matter! Based on your character, if you refuse to change for the better, you will certainly have to suffer and lose even more in the future!”

Harley tilts her gaze to meet his, then with gritted teeth, she said, "how many times have I warned you not to call me chubby. Just look at me, look at this body, I'm sexy, not chubby." Harris chuckled, then he said, "whatevs! just tell me what is going on between those two." Harley rolled her eyes. "Well as you can see, they are both fighting. Lord grumpy, didn't like that mommy called him lord grumpy, and mommy also didn't like the fact that lord grumpy yelled at her, that's why they are fighting," Harley narrated. Harris's lips curled into a smirk, and he wished he arrived much earlier to witness the beginning of the show.

Asshole. I might get wrinkles on my face with the way I've been frowning tonight. "It suits you, you're quite grumpy." I scoffed. "My name is Shea, not grumps. Don't ever call me that again." "Shea, lovely name. But grumps suit you better. Nice to meet you grumps." He said with a smile. That's it! I turned around to leave and I wasn't gonna turn back or utter another word to him again tonight or ever again.

He decided he'd find someone else to pick on. It wasn't as if he got off on bullying them. But if he didn't fulfil the role of biggest, baddest bully... who even was he? Just a nobody? Being so widely feared and revered gave him a sense of worth that was hard to get elsewhere. "What are you dreaming about?" Char asked, staring at him as usual. He flashed her his usual angry look--that look that said 'fuck off and die you nosy bitch.' "Grumpy," she teased, punching him lightly on the arm. The same arm that had fresh stitches.

I tried to smile—to lighten up the mood but failed when he just gave me a sharp look. I’ve got frustrated by the way he’s treating me but I need to be calm. Yet, I couldn't think of why is he like this? What is his problem? Why is he so grumpy and arrogant? Is he too stressed out handling a big company like this? Well, if that's the case, he needs to loosen up a bit. "I'm not asking for your name," he scoffed. "Just answer what I asked you to." I sat down in my seat at the kind of tune he used. I could hear that with annoyance. It was as if he was just holding back on me and if I hadn't corrected my answer he might have exploded completely.

As my third, she would spend a lot of time travelling from pack to pack and Identifying problems. If she survived that long. Her loyalty to my brother meant she wouldn't back down on the revenge mission, and we both knew the jokes were just a front. She would be here until the bitter end. “Grumpy is his main personality trait,” Tarrant said with a shrug. “You should be used to it by now.” “Usually, it's just your ugly face making him grumpy,” she said cheerfully. “Not a pretty lady.” “You are just jealous,” Tarrant shot back.

“That’s what you get for messing up with me.” “You ruined my shoes.” He yells, glaring down at his scuffed white sneakers. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before grabbing me, Mr Grumpy.” I smirk, folding my arms across my chest. His eyes widen at my words. “What did you just say? Mr Grumpy?” I laugh at the look on his face. “Yeah, you heard me—Mr Grumpy. Fits you perfectly, don’t you think?” His eyes narrow, and he steps closer, towering over me. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?”