Grumpy Characters Novels & Stories

I watch Grumpy, his facial expression shifts from confusion to anger as he tries to get off the ground, but he makes no progress except a simple twitch of his fingers. For a second, I feel concerned for him, but I slap myself mentally. His inability to move is probably the only reason I am still alive right now. Without taking my eyes off him, I move to the end of the room and pick up my makeshift weapon. My fingers tighten around the rough wood as I stalk forward. He looks up, his eyes trailing my movement, but I ignore his bored, almost amused expression “Is that what you plan on using to harm me?” There is a mocking tilt to his tone, and this only spikes my anger.

She felt drained over the exhausting work. She had been spoiled and pampered from a young age. Everything had been spoon-fed to her. She had never done such laborious work before. As time went on, her resentment only intensified. Emerald struggled to swallow while Amelia fed her one day. As a result, she spilled food all over Amelia’s clothes. Amelia could no longer contain herself. She smashed the plate and shouted in anger.

The mug stayed levitated inches from his lips as his eyes darted to the digital clock on his desk. 8:52 AM. A subtle glint flashed in his dark eyes, and a devastatingly sly, mocking smile crept onto his lips. He decided to play along and trap her. Dr. Yousef: Dr. Grumpy Pants? Why grumpy? What does he even do to you guys for you to call him that? Leaning against the wall to catch her breath, Hala typed back with furious enthusiasm: Hala: Ugh, Dad, if you saw him teaching! You’d think he’s plotting world domination! He’s super serious, never smiles, and literally the entire cohort is terrified of him. But honestly... he does have an aura!

I'll need to come up with some excuse, I'm not going. * I had waited almost three hours. Bored out of my mind and unable to fight the urge any longer, I finally throw on my gym clothes and head downstairs. Just to see, you know, casually, if Mr. Grumpy is still there. Sure enough, there he is; brooding, sweaty and shirtless. He’s slamming a weighted medicine ball to the ground, over and over, like he’s trying to murder the floor. His muscles flex and ripple with every throw. Veins bulge down his arms, and there's this low grunt he makes each time he lifts the ball above his head.

He sighed again. “You didn't offend me" “Then why are you being so grumpy all of a sudden?" He was quiet for a while then he let out a chuckle and some sort of happiness filled my heart. Gosh, I need to stop feeling all these things for this man that I didn't even know. For one, he could even be worse than Jason and this nice Guy was just a facade. “I've never been called grumpy before," I pouted. “Well you should be called grumpy because you have been acting grumpy ever since we met. Is it because of me? Am I the problem? You can just leave me off here and I won't cause any more trouble and…"

I didn't want him to make a scene, to give them the satisfaction of knowing they had gotten to me. Kian's eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of understanding. But then his expression changed, and he looked away, his jaw clenched in frustration. Martha and Mira continued to play their roles, Martha breathing heavily, Mira crying and clutching her pregnancy. It was all so ridiculous, so over-the-top. I shook my head, my chuckle turning into a full-blown laugh. "You're all so pathetic," I said, my voice dripping with disdain.

“You even managed to get in here undetected, you’re better than I expected.” A low chuckle. “Of course, that’s exactly why you chose to work with me in the first place, isn’t it? Because you always pick the best.” I scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself. Now, tell me why you’re here.” They leaned back against the seat, crossing their arms as if they had all the time in the world. Then, with a teasing lilt to their voice, they said, “Be patient, Mr. Grumpy. I know you’re obsessed with your wife.”

Grumpy. "Yeah. Really grumpy. He almost lashed out on me" "Oh my. I'll get going" he said rushing out. "Yes. You deserve that. Always bugging me and bossing me around with your ugly being. But..why do the CEO have such a grumpy face and mood today. Well...none of my business"

I watched as the two men, whispered amongst themselves, even when I couldn’t really hear whatever they were saying, I could tell how heated it was. Stephen walked towards me once it was done and I watched as Simon entered into his car and drove off with a last look thrown my way. “I’ve never seen a person as grumpy as he is.” Stephen said lightly and I let out a chuckle, accepting the helmet that he offered. Grumpy was never a word that would have been used to define Simon. He was like Kyla when we were younger. Always positive, never a single negative energy to be found around him. He was the enthusiastic one between us.

I laugh. “Yeah… they’re definitely similar.Possessive. Stubborn. Stupid rich. And they just love taking their damn sweet time making moves—as if we don't already know exactly where this is going.I swear to God though—if he doesn’t ask soon,I’ll snap and do it myself.” “Alright grumpy.Let’s go to bed now.” “Night,love ya.” ….. Please like and comment for more chapters.❤️