Remarkable Grins Novels & Stories

And I don't know what's wrong with him in my head, but he looked so attractive with his hair messed up wildly. Grean, with his head stuck inside a book; whose headline was “Advantages of Being a Marginalized”; He ignored the abnormal attitude of his friends until he pulled a cigarette out of his black leather jacket and comically lit it with his friend's toy lighter. He looked up at us and gave me his best lopsided smile. There are killer smiles and those of Grean Elordi. I turned a little blushing, “I'll pretend I haven't seen anything.”

Grace, usually composed, now appears eager to extract every detail about my encounter with the captivating billionaire. I let out a small giggle, apprehensive about my response. "Well, it wasn't terrible," I cautiously reply. "It was alright, I suppose." Grace playfully imitated a snoring sound, her eyes widening with mock exasperation. "Boring... Seriously, was the date a complete snooze fest? Nothing exciting happened? You two didn't engage in any activities?"

I don't discern why this jerk looks like a calm dick right now and is so unduly optimistic. He is so relaxed and even grinning from ear to ear. It's not his norm to be this bright and all smiles. He is always stone-faced so even a slight grin on his cold face is highly perceivable. This pesky look of his is terrorizing my equilibrium. It's itching my ass and not because I care so much about what has merited him this phenomenal look, although I must admit that I'm kinda itching to know what scheme he pulled that has amassed him this euphoria, but because he doesn't deserve to be happy at all. Not one bit!

Smiling rather than cowering at the giant that most men piss their pants at. Those almond eyes of Grimm’s in as much shape as coloring twitch everywhere else entirely unintimidated. More worried about whatever he seems to have forgotten, than Rourke’s glare. I seriously can’t get the image of a happy but clumsy golden retriever out of my head. Grimm’s hair is dark, but he’s got honey toned skin, expressive brown eyes, and a somewhat lanky figure. In true puppy fashion, the tech nerd is chasing his proverbial tail again when the pair of them reach the breakfast bar I’m sitting at.

She took a deep breath, attempting to stop the spots wobbling across her vision as she bent over and sucked in another breath. "Now that’s a spectacle a man could get used to waking up to." Grace wailed, her hands yanking to cover herself as she turned and suddenly locked eyes with him. "Fuck!" She whimpered. The man smirked, "We already did sweetheart, so many times I lost count." Grace’s eyes broadened. The man was unbelievably disrespectful! James Grayson III was awfully much awake, smirking at her, and very much letting his eyes drift over every single inch of her.

His grin was shark like and fierce, the smile of an apex predator. I tried to match his grin but my heart was still sinking.

I shot him a glare over my shoulder… only to see that damn grin. Grinning. GRINNING! For the first time. Well... damn. Who would’ve imagine? Even the devil knows how to smile.

she gritted her teeth. *****

I raised my tone. The way he grins after finishing a sentence is really creepy.

I looked at her, this little human who had chosen to stay, who kissed me in the room where my parents watched from a frame, and felt my chest twist with tenderness. "I wish you could hear what I am hearing..." I admitted. Savannah frowned. "You two on your little group chat thingy again?" I nodded once. Rowan chose that exact moment to yell into my head again, somehow he was louder. "I'M SO HAPPY I COULD SHIFT! GRIM IS SPRINTING IN MY HEAD, BARKING LIKE A MANIAC!" Grim. Rowan's wolf. Big. Slate gray, all sharp ears and too much attitude.