Mr Grouchy Real Name Novels & Stories

What’s he doing here? “Grumpy?” his brows immediately creased in annoyance. Uhh…isn’t it true, though? “I have a name, tsk.” “There it is. Mr. Grumpy.” I chuckled when he groaned. This guy seriously has a short fuse. “Anyways, what are you doing here mister? Are you stalking me?” He scoffed at my remark. “In your dreams, woman. And stop calling me, mister. You're making me look old.”

The guard stood beside the gazebo, silently scanning the surroundings. “Maura, can I ask you something?” I said, genuinely curious. “Well, go ahead.” “Why is he called Grey? Is that actually his name?” Maura burst out laughing, while Grey himself somehow managed to look even sterner. “Everyone got used to calling him that because his wolf is grey. His real name is Sergey. That’s just how it stuck.” I smiled. “And who gave him that nickname?” “Who else? Our Alpha, of course. If he gives someone a nickname, it stays for life.”

Did he just add me to his contact list? I quickly look at the picture of Mr. Adkins posing with a dog. It’s old and grainy, and I curse my own profile picture—a sunny day with Humphrey in my arms, wearing only a bikini. I’m laughing loudly at the camera, Mason having just told a funny joke. 'Is typing...' My breath catches in my throat. -Mr. Grumpy: Liar Nerves race through me. There is so much... tension in that one word. -Norali: It’s true. I took the liberty of marking some important things.

Georgia nodded at him first before speaking, “Yes. In fact, we all do.” Georgia said, furrowing the brows of the old man, curious of the man she was referring. He looked intently into her eyes. They locked into each other's gazes, until Georgia spoke of the name. “The chairman of Freegal Corporation, Emilio Granger. I am sure you know him.” Georgia spoke with confidence as she observed how the old man's eyes dilated in shock. It was just for a moment, however, when his eyes calmed–not his eyebrows, though.