Grumpy Characters Novels & Stories

The line went dead. Teacher Grumpy was on the other end—that was what everyone at our workplace called her. She had a large, round head crowned with curly black hair, gray strands beginning to show at the ends. Her eyes gave the perpetual impression that she was neither fully awake nor completely asleep. A plump, reddish nose sat above her thin, pale lips. She favored red clothing, which only served to intensify her already forceful personality. She rarely smiled as if joy had been completely drained from her. According to rumors, she spent so much time in the company of a Dementor that she had taken on its characteristics.

Between my legs, a totally foreign, warm sensation tingles—something that hasn't made an appearance in my body in longer than my wolf can remember, completely awakening my inner lady parts. He positions our bodies this way and that way for the flashing stones. A bright Hollywood smile stretches across my painted lips, but my grumpy fake boyfriend remains completely true to his usual form. I suggested earlier that he should make a real effort to look happy, but the only thing my wolf got from him was a dubious, dark stare. What would it actually take for this giant, grumpy beast to smile for real?

"Grumpy" "Ugly" "You!" "you're lack of attention"

"You mean the bed activity.” “Ah-huh. Yup.” “But Grump-" "No need to be embarrassed." He walked away chuckling loudly. "But we really didn't do anything," whispers Austin, trying to keep his innocent. Grump was whistling as he continued walking on forward. If only I kept going, I would have had her. Then my insides wouldn’t be this frustrated. Then he thought of something. Grump was known to be a playboy in his younger days. He would know how to woe a woman’s worry. He could ask him for advice.

"I admit that you are not a bad person this time. Sorry for suspecting you, Mr. Grumpy." Frank's face turned sour when he heard that nickname. Winning Louis' heart seemed to be much more difficult than Emily's. "I'm not grumpy, Little Boy. You just don't know me well." Smiling bitterly, Frank stretched out an arm. His eyes filled with tears. "Do you want to hug me too?"

Even I think that’s too much. But of course, the tranquility and calm ambiance is broken by the entrance of one Mr. Grumpy. I might have spoken too soon because he is clearly in a bad mood and is willing to spread the joy. Oh, boy. He takes the grilled meat I had just finished cooking and unceremoniously plops down to a seat on the island. I might have been still asleep because I have never seen him act so petulantly. This must be a dream. “Care to share?” I point to the plate he is clutching and present my plate.

It's been a wild ride, but we're still standing, ready to take on whatever comes our way. "I wonder if he's old, grumpy, ill-tempered? You know how old money people are, they can get a bit extremely obnoxious." I wondered out loud to my best friend Lyra. "I can't shake the thought—what if he's one of those old, grumpy types? You know, the kind with an ill-tempered demeanor? Old money folks can be extremely obnoxious," I mused aloud, sharing my concerns with my best friend Lyra.

He chuckled, “and there are many. But perhaps instead of me speaking, you could tell me about all the family members I will be meeting on our visit? I have missed hearing you speak.” Perfect. The man is fucking perfect! "Well... we have to visit all the grandparents, starting with my favorite, Grandpa Cy. Don't let Grandpa Ash hear it; he's great too. But Grandpa Cyrus and I just have a special connection, you know. You'll love him. Or maybe you'll hate him because he is like an old hippie biker dude. Full of tattoos and feelings…" Ford scoffed, "he can not be worse than your father." Grumpy mate of mine.

His gaze fixes on me as I sip my tea. From the short time I've spent with Grumpy, I can deduce a few things about him. He is very efficient, thinks and acts fast, and is skilled. He takes charge and is calm under intense pressure. He is a natural leader who just knows what to do, making those around him feel safe. He makes me feel safe, and I don't have to worry about anything when I'm with him. He is just the right person I need by my side. Also, the only person I have in my corner. I hope when I say the proposal rumbling through my mind to him, he will agree.

I smiled and she made a face. "Melissa, honestly, he looks like he's going to fire me at any moment, he's constantly watching me with an unfriendly face, huffing all the time and rolling his eyes, grumbling like a cartoon character, and he's the very personification of impatience. And I don't even know why everyone around here calls him Mr. Perfect; he's Mr. Grumpy," Eva complained and I laughed; she described a Joe Michael that only she knew.