Novel & Cerita Grumpy/sunshine Trope

Her voice dripped with mock concern as she meticulously applied a layer of blush to her cheeks. Stacy ignored her. It felt like every CEO in the city had an anger management problem, but Apollo Savage? He had turned being furious at her into a personality trait. In his eyes, she was a walking disaster. To be fair, she was a bit of a magnet for chaos. She knew she was skating on thin ice. His favorite mantra lately had been a cold and rhythmic warning that one more mistake would mean she was gone. "Mr. Savage," she said, stepping into his office.

I asked back at her. Mr Walton, "How can you tell that we didn't care about her if you weren't there? We take Hailey and Charlie to see their grandmother on every summer break. Unlike Charlie, hailey got attached to granny a lot. We couldn't take the children to see their grandmother, because there was stormy rain. Hailey went out in the rain and got hypothermia because of it. And she got hospitalised because of that. And when we took her to see her grandmother, she refused to come with us and cried a lot. We were afraid that she'd get sick again and left her with her grandmother. Whenever we get to have free time, we go see her which makes us distanced from Charlie. Charlie started ignoring

hope murmured • • • Ryan Starts seeing photos of Hope in his phone "You will definately come Sunshine I have trust. Strong feeling. And I will make you are day Memorable and i make you forget all you are problems it's my promise"

Thinking of him left a pang of pain in his chest. Da. Ma. Eli. They were everything to Joseph. Da with his fount of knowledge of everything over and under the Tau Ceti sun. Ma with her sweet smile and the warmest hug he's ever known. And Eli, loud and brash little El-El; never one to back down from any dare her older brother would give her. Now ma lies silent, uranium slugs stitching her back, shielding Eli in their last moments together. Acting as a human shield for Eli didn't matter though; the slugs ripped right through her body, peppering sweet, little Eli just the same. He heard his da screamed a guttural, most primal wail Joseph has ever heard his entire life. He saw his da charge at t

“Jude, you feel this? It’s like… I’m alive, very alive.” He’s squinting at the sun, grumpy as hell, yet his eyes soften as they settle on me. “You glow in the sun—beautiful,” he adds, voice all scratchy, like he’s afraid to say it. His shadows flutter, wrapping closer, and I grin, leaning against him. “You too—my grumpy sun,” I taunt, and he snorts, but his hand squeezes mine, warm and steady. Damn, I love him, and the way our relationship hums, I know he feels it too.

Promises that should never have been made. Things are the same, but they seem completely different simultaneously. This morning I got very emotional over the sun rise. The way the pretty grays and purples burst into flames as the sun overwhelmed the night. I need to get a hold of myself. I need to get more than just a couple of hours of sleep a night. This is ridiculous.

“But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” “What’s the worst that could happen?” she teased with a grin. “No wonder you’re single, you overthink everything. You better change or you’ll be stuck as the grumpy uncle-type forever. No girl wants that for a boyfriend.” Martin scoffed. "Miss Sunshine,” he shot back, his voice dripping with mock indignation. “I’m not grumpy, I’m strategic. And if being an ‘uncle’ means dodging chaos like you, I’ll take single forever over your brand of trouble."

He grinned and shook his head. “Godfrey is so old he’s basically a freak of nature. Sunny has tried to bring him into today’s times but he’s still just so old in many regards. His body can’t change even if his appearance does. His attitude has adjusted a bit with her influence. Maybe he’s just had so much blood for so long, who knows. Apparently ones that insanely old don’t need as much blood to get by. They don’t need as much sleep. Sunny has to sleep like sixteen hours a night and feed a lot since she’s so young. But Godfrey can go days without blood or sleep. He can be outside in the shade or in overcast weather. He’s the only one I know like that though,” he explained.

The utter inanity of some of their goals and desires. I looked at each of my men. Saw in them the totality of my heart's desire. My entire world could crash and burn, and I would count my life a happy reality as long as they were still by my side. "Any other questions?" Grumpy asked. I shook my head. "None that come to mind." He smiled. It was a little strained at the corners. "Good. I need to be inside you...like yesterday." He pushed his brothers off and pulled me under him.

“You need to eat.” Mike lowers his coffee slowly. Shawn stares at me. “I’m twenty-three. Not five.” “That doesn’t change your metabolism.” The words come automatically. Mike coughs into his cup. Shawn leans back in his chair, studying me. “Are you tracking my nutrient intake now?” “I’m observing that you barely touched your food.” “Wow,” he mutters. “You are irritable in the morning.Also.” “I’m not irritable.” “You’re commenting on my breakfast.”