Pouting Expression Novels & Stories

She pouted. "Fine," He grumbled, "I'll tell you." "

I rolled my eyes as Cardinal started getting dirty thoughts. “Could you not? I don’t know what’s going on in your head between you and your wolf. But in my head, there is chaos. I’m trying to still unpack and figure out how I feel about what happened back there.” I started to explain. And crap, he’s pouting. He does that a lot. I sighed, gripping his chin giving him a quick kiss. “Stop with the pouting. I didn’t think someone could pout more than Princess Hana. Congrats, you’re giving a twelve-year-old girl a run for her money in the pouting Olympics.”

His voice was full of mock outrage, but there was an almost boyish pout on his face that I had never seen before. I couldn’t help it—I laughed again, this time harder than before. The absurdity of the moment caught me off guard. Here we were, in the midst of so much chaos and pain, and yet, Kylo was pouting like a child. In the year and six months we had been married, I had never seen him make such an expression. His usual demeanor was composed and strong, always focused on protecting me. At that moment, he resembled a pouting boy who received a scold from his grandfather.

"You don't even call me by my first name. Yet you have known him for only a week, and you already do." He crossed his arms, lips forming a pout. A while ago, he had that ‘mad man glaring at me’ look. But now he’s wearing that ‘angry mad man who’s pouting at me’ expression. I have no idea how the other employees will react to what he’s saying in front of me. I don’t even know what situation I’m in, or what expression I should wear. "I'm mad at you, wife." His expressions shifted too quickly, anger melting into childish jealousy and it left me completely off balance.

He looks like sulking for something. "Baby." I shout and all of their eyes land on me. I squint my eyes as if judging them to what they have done to Dhaxzy. They choose to not speak a word. I sigh. "Icki." he mumbles. I shake my head, does he needs to do this all the time? Well, I will not get tired of this obviously. He looks like a lost child. He is pouting and his eyes are wet because of his tears. I run towards him and give him a hug. He returns them to me with the same energy.

He pouted sulkily. She lifted her face up and laughed at his words, "Are you pouting now?" She copied him, he narrowed his eyes at her and leaned in pecking on her lips with a loud smack. Every eye fell on them, "Hey!" She complained, he chuckled as he watched her blush furiously.

She said with a naughty expression. "What other ways?" His face lighted up immediately as he leaned forward. "I'm all ears now." He said with a light chuckle. "Those are only to make you feel better. You look fine now. Sorry." She shrugged biting back a laugh. "No, no! I feel bad. Terrible. Look at me." He said as he pouted with a long face. "Use your other ways, Anya." He said with a silly voice and Anya laughed pushing him away from her.

I groaned, huffing out a large amount of air and put on my best pouty face. "Are you sure I can't punch him? Just once, in the face?" Koa and Isaac both chuckled, shaking their heads no at me. "Yes, I am sure you can't, love." I kept pouting while sticking my tongue out at them which made them laugh more. Then, realization dawned at me as I grinned mischievously towards Koa once more.

It is the most adorable, heartbreaking little expression, a silent plea that says, "Please don't chase me away." A soft, unplanned smile appears on my face, “I’m saying I’m fine… thank you, Luka,” I explain, unable to bear hurting someone this pure and cute. Just as suddenly, a tiny, bright spark ignited behind his eyes. His lower lip snaps up, banishing the pout.

The dimple on his right cheek was there because he had his lips curled in denial. He always did that. When he hated something, he curled his lips. When he disliked something, he curled his lips. When he was disappointed, he curled his lips. When he was sad, he curled his lips. There he was. In the middle of the beach. Between the sand and the water. On his own. Nobody around us. My 4-year-old brother, his eyes as bright as always, his lips curled into a small pout, his hands clutching the stones he had found moments prior.