Reverse Grumpy Sunshine Books Novels & Stories

The ladies all giggle and Julie stands, handing a new bookmark to each of us. "Yes. We figured we'd get you ones that suited you a little better." she says. The new one is dark blue with gold lettering that says 'Real men read dirty books'. I smile and look over at Ev who's showing Harper his excitedly. "These are great. Thank you." I say just as Bri nudges me. "Oh! Tell them your joke, love!" Harper says excitedly. Ev rolls his eyes before addressing the group.

I had known from a young age that I wasn't the Blackwood family's biological daughter. So I knew that I wasn't worthy of being compared with Claire Blackwood in any way. I had only gotten her doll dirty while cleaning the room, yet Mom punished me by locking me out in the rain all night. When Claire blinded one of my eyes with a laser pointer, however, Mom protected her instead. “Your sister didn't mean to do it. She was just playing around.” After I lost sight in my right eye, Claire showed me a triumphant smile. “Who told you to enter our lives in the first place? You deserve it.” They all said I was an outsider. So for eighteen years, no matter how hard I tried or how desperately

Boulder rumbled beside him, his tawny fur ruffled, the sunlight reflecting in his amber eyes, the grove a sanctuary, the warmth a shared triumph. Lila smiled at Alya, her hazel eyes bright with hope, her voice soft, the sunlight illuminating her face, the warmth of the grove a mirror to the joy in her heart, the air thick with their shared legacy, the grove a sanctuary, their bond a radiant flame. “Her story will be legendary,” she said, her quill pendant gleaming in the sunlight, the sunlight dancing in her eyes, the grove a haven, the warmth a shared joy. Spark yipped beside her, her golden fur ruffled, the sunlight reflecting in her amber eyes, the grove a sanctuary, the warmth a shared t

Sunshine giggled and shooks her head. She grab uncle's hand and drag him to our direction. "That's Grey Grey Mr. Bradford." Sunshine pointed at me. Uncle Blake look up and realize that I am Grey Grey. He narrow his eyes and purses his lips. Oh fuck no. Stupid stuff will come out of his mouth in a count of 3. 1. 2. 3. "No can do. He's definitely a sexual predator." I sigh. I want to face palm so bad. "Huh? I already told you Mr. Bradford he's not an alligator." Sunshine repeated.

The sun had gone down when Saffy drove towards Jack's house, and she was interested to see inside the beautiful home. She hadn't thought about Jack for a few days, she had been so busy getting to know her Granny and practising her spells, but she had looked on the bookshelves and found an old book concerning werewolves. It was a bit odd to read as the words kept disappearing, but Granny said to tell the book off - which Saffy thought would be neither use nor ornament, but then her world had turned into entirely crazy, so reprimanding a book seemed neither here nor there.

At the very bottom of the metal box lay a yellowed photo. In the photo, a teenage girl was hugging a little boy, and they were both smiling brightly. That was my brother, Sunny. Before becoming Tatiana Buzzelli, I scraped by in the Southeast Darland black market. I didn't even have a name. There was nothing I wouldn't do to earn money to save Sunny's life. I committed every sin imaginable, long past the point of redemption. Night after night, Sunny would wake up, shaken by nightmares. He'd hold my hands and cry. "I'm scared. I don't want you to kill anymore. Can we leave, please?"

He nods. “My Sunny helps place orphans with good packs. One of her many pet projects,” Godfrey says, as if it's no big deal. “Sun… Sunny? You’re the one who helped find red wolf pups,” I say, my voice nearly a quiver. I don’t know why but it just came out that way. “Oh yeah. My wolf Ember… well I lost her when… well you know,” she says, clearing her throat.

“Okay, I’ll go, but just in case I take a fancy to her, you’ll be the one who marries her since I don’t mind having a stepmother at my age.” “Get out!” At the same time as the book was thrown at her, Cameron quickly dashed out of the door, and the book could only hit the door. Sunny rubbed his forehead, which was throbbing. ‘Why are everyone else’s daughters cute and graceful princesses, while mine is like a goon on the streets? All she knows is to piss me off.’ … As night approached, the yellow street lamps lit up. The lights in the clubhouse flashed beautifully, creating an illusion of a lingering fog, which could easily intoxicate all the lost souls partying in it.

When I passed by the greenery, a branch suddenly snagged my hair. I tugged slightly, but instead of freeing it, I pulled down a whole spray of petals. A hand suddenly reached out and gently helped untangle my hair. "What the—" I winced inwardly, blaming the overly lush landscaping in these rich neighborhoods. How were there already flowers blooming at this time of the year? "Are these peach blossoms?" I muttered exasperatedly. A calm voice came from above, "They're cherry blossoms."

In a swift, decisive motion, he drove the dagger from his sleeve straight into his heart. As blood gushed forth, Eric swiftly wrapped his arms around me, shielding me from the horror. ... The day of the funeral was draped in a curtain of unending rain. I was there to bid farewell to the past, to see Chester off on his last journey. Seth stood by the grave, his gaze fixed on me. Rain soaked his hair, his eyes were red-rimmed, and a shadow of stubble darkened his jaw, giving him a worn and weary look.