Ron Weasley Smile Novels & Stories

I gasp. “It’s going to be hilarious, June,” he says, turning to me with that wicked smile. Even as I scowl at him, conjuring a new pen in the air and hurling it at his blue form, my wolf pants a little in my soul. Because…damn it, but I love that smile, and that cruel edge to his sense of humor. Orion blinks in surprise as he watches the pen move right through Anton and bounce off the back of my couch. Then his face bursts into a grin as he looks around at us. “You guys have…kind of a nice thing going here, don’t you?”

I love that cute small 5 years boy, who always keeps everyone happy with his absurd mischievous acts. Except for Orion, both Imogen and Fergus was changing their facial expressions from time to time according to the scene. Fergus was laughing like a child, though Imogen didn't laugh, I guess I saw his lips curled up sometime...Umm..maybe he smirked... But that Orion remained in his iron face expression. I wanted to tap and knocked his head, and ask him "Heyy tattoo freak what does it cost to smile a little ?" But I didn't dare.

he said with a smile on his face and sadness in his eyes. “Well, if you say you will protect us. Then sure,” I said, smiling at him He smiled, turning to Sloane. “Want to see it?” “Yes! Yes!” Sloane yelped, jumping up and down while I followed them behind. Orion glanced over his shoulder before walking ahead of me. A smile on his lips. Sloane ran and wrapped her fingers around his fingers, and he tensed, his eyes moving to her, and she looked up at him with so much love in her eyes.

Orlan replied, a smile flashed across his face remembering Noura. "Okay." Arva smiled happily.

His voice echoed in the hall, but there was no answer. Ron couldn’t help but laugh while a faint smile tugged at the corner of Zedekiel's mouth, his violet eyes softening as he watched Ron laugh. Ron’s laughter was like music to his ears, soft, bright, and impossibly warm. His emerald eyes sparkled under the light, like polished gemstones and his smooth cheeks dimpled faintly when he smiled. His lips — soft, full, and pink — curved into a grin that could melt even the iciest heart.

We all heard a loud groan clothed with sarcasm, and our eyes all went to him, who was smirking while staring straight at me. "What makes it nostalgic, Ms. Weasly?" he then asked. "Do you always remember something every time autumn comes?" d*mn it, I knew well what he was talking about. So much to reminisce about those bed rolling and screaming, huh?! I hid my tight fist behind my purse, but my gritted teeth gave me away.

she concluded. I could see the look of discontentment and disagreement written boldly on their features. On the other hand, Silvan smiled down at me with pride while squeezing my hands under the table. Lois and Draco smiled cheekily at me from their sitting position. Lois raised her thumb with a huge grin while Draco sent a wink my way.

I said, trying to shift the attention toward him, but it didn't work because his eyes were still lingering on me, that smile still not leaving his face. "Alright... alright," Owen chuckled, waving his hand dismissively. "What will you have?" I went through the menu before setting it down. "I know you said coffee," I smiled, "but I think I’ll go with a strawberry smoothie." "Sure." Owen chuckled and called the waiter over. The moment the waiter took our orders and left, Owen opened his mouth to speak—but a sharp voice cut through. "That’s her... she’s Elena Thorne. I recognize her from her pictures."

Although I only spent a few hours with her, it was enough to fill the void of this time. Or, because I saw her in a good mood, I didn t pay attention to it, and the expression was on his face. Standing at the desk, Charles, seeing the rare smile on Harry s face, once felt that he was dazzled. , Rubbed it, but he was still laughing. "You, did you find the money?" Otherwise, why are you smiling so happy? It's really a Western view, rare to see. He seemed to be happy because there was something on the phone. Charles stretched his head to find out. As a result, before he could see it clearly, Harry, who had recovered his senses, pressed off the phone screen, suppressed his face, and cast him a

she smiled, with a glint in her eyes. We found some robes and dressed and wandered out into the kitchen to meet Rowena. She was sitting at the table scowling. “No power on this earth matches the sex drive of wolves” she glowered at us darkly. Everest blushed and chewed her lip. “Sorry, Rowena…We got carried away.” I smirked at Rowena…I wasn’t particularly fond of her, so I was glad I was pissing her off a bit. “Wipe that smirk off your face, boy, or you’ll find that your manhood doesn’t work so well next time…” I grimaced and nodded. On second thought, maybe not the best idea to piss off a really powerful witch…