Roguish Grin Novels & Stories

Grim crept in, his voice reduced to a whisper. "Don’t play this down. I've watched you fight, your technique. You're too smooth, too polished. You're no rogue, no vagabond, Robert. You're something else." A cold sweat erupted on my brow. Grim was not letting this go. I needed to deflect him, and quickly. I forced a laugh, attempting carefreeness. "You're sore because I beat you, Grim," I exclaimed, attempting teasing. "I assure you, I'm a humble warrior attempting to make a name for himself."

He gritted his teeth as if he was pained but in reality it was just his ego. He finally let go of her and continued to speak. “What's going to happen now? Are you going to run off to zephyr so that you guys can continue your wretched love story?” His brows lifted, his mouth twisting into a lopsided grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. There was a sharpness to it, like every line of his face was sculpted to offend. When he tilted his head slightly, it was with the air of someone barely containing a laugh.

Yogie said, glaring at Grace sarcastically. "And besides he won because he didn't fight me yet," he said again with one corner of his lips raised showing a scary grin. While Grace kept smiling there without knowing if someone had hate on her. *****

They laughed and jeered at me. "Make this easy on yourself, come with us. it is one against 12, there is no way you can win. You are too weak to even try." the rogue with the yellow teeth and bad breath said, still flashing his teeth. "I am warning you, stay back," I replied. "You must be so scared, I bet you want to ask for your mommy," he jeered and the others laughed as they closed in on me. Without warning, I let out a powerful growl, and all of the rogues jumped back in panic.

They hadn't talked. I turned my attention back to the rogues, letting a slow smile creep across my face—the kind of smile that had sent many men running in fear. “Alright,” I muttered under my breath, stepping closer to the first rogue. His eyes followed me, his grin widening as if he were about to enjoy whatever game he thought we were playing. Without warning, I drove my fist into his gut. The impact forced the air from his lungs, but instead of doubling over, he threw his head back and laughed—a harsh, grating sound that filled the dungeon.

He brags with a wide grin as he tests the set of drawers, it's sturdiness proving itself as it refuses to rock back and forth on its legs. "You really are the whole package" I tell him with a slight eye roll. Rhode grins triumphantly. "It's about time you realized what a catch I am" He answers with a smirk.

I don't know how long I've been out when the rusted door creaks open with a sharp, grating screech. A sliver of moonlight slices through the dark. It catches the dust swirling in the air... and the face that appears in the doorway. He's grinning. That greedy, smug kind of grin that says he's already counting the millions he thinks he'll walk away with. It's him.

I managed, my voice cracking under the weight of the panic bubbling in my chest. Olivine’s grin only widened, his expression playful, almost devilish, as a flicker of amusement sparked in his gray eyes. “Oh, don’t look so horrified, Roisin. I was just teasing you,” he drawled, tilting his head in mock innocence. “I know you’re not ready for something like that. And honestly…” He leaned in slightly, voice lowering into something huskier, more dangerous. “Handling me is not a small feat.”

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.

His lips were tilted slightly tilted into ‘that grin’, changing his entire ‘I’m going to murder you’-demeanor to a rather – if possible – even more disturbing ‘I’m gonna have fun with you’-posture… I gulped and took another step back. I was so screwed!