Reverse Grumpy Sunshine Books Novels & Stories

“Mister, Madam. Please, have a seat.” She somehow looked like Granny, minus the attitude and sassiness, and plus the accent of people here. I smiled back and nodded, pulling Matthias with me to sit on the available table. She gave us the book menu and explained some of the recommended dishes. We ordered a few with earl grey tea and filled croissants. For twenty minutes, we ate and enjoyed the vibes of this restaurant. It made me wonder if a parallel world really did exist, could I have this warmness too? Would I still have Granny (maybe she was kinder in that world) and we eat at home every day?

Paige replied as the smile on her face disappeared. He smiled, "Come on, why are you looking so serious? I was just pulling your legs. Don't be too rigid, Paige. You've got to be flexible." "Alright, now I'll be going," Paige replied. "Hold on, hold on, we need to take some pictures to promote our upcoming music," Sunny said. As he spoke, he made a phone call, and a few photographers who seemed to have been waiting around suddenly came out and began to take pictures of them.

Sunny was terribly livid, but he could not come up with a retort. Corinne was coincidentally sitting at the spot where Sunny was doing his homework. While flipping through his school books, she said, "Do you really have the time to be minding other people's business when you haven't even finished doing your homework?" Sunny immediately blushed with embarrassment when he saw Corinne looking through his homework. "Put that book down and keep your hands on my stuff! That's none of your business."

Bookshelves lined the walls, their shelves filled with a vast collection of knowledge and wisdom. Harley Louis leaned casually against the window, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Let me tell you," he began, his voice alive with animated chatter. "Those old geezers in the Granger family are something else. The moment they caught sight of you returning, I swear, they were spewing curses under their breaths."

I answered him with a smile. He then clicked his tongue and all of a sudden, his face darkened. “I already did and it does not do me good,” he coldly muttered. I was caught off guard by what I heard and got curious about what happened to him. Is that the reason why he’s always grumpy and gloomy? Does someone hurt him? I was so lost in thought that I didn’t notice the mass was about to end. "Let's give each other the sign of peace. . ."

“Together.” The sunlight streaming through the library windows had shifted to a mellow gold, catching dust motes in the air. We had been here since morning—surrounded by piles of parenting books, notebooks, and scattered sticky notes with phrases like feeding intervals and safe sleep positions. The smell of parchment and tea mixed with the faint floral scent of Seraphina’s hair. By afternoon, we were down to the last book on the stack—its title written in soft silver across the cover: From Pack Leader to Father: Transitioning with Grace.

And that’s when Shawn smiled again. The moment he did, the air shifted. The marking flared brighter. My wolf’s teeth sank deeper into the raw edge of instinct.The ground beneath my feet trembled. Would I survive this?

Asher He was browsing the history section in the bookstore, looking for something new to read. The boys were in the ice cream store, and he’d meet them later. He was about to give up when he turned into the children’s section and stood staring at the book in front of him. The cover had a bright yellow sun with a smiling face. A white, fluffy sheep sat on a porch that overlooked horses in a paddock. He picked it up and traced his fingers over the title of the book. The adventures of Morbid the sheep.