Ron Weasley Smile Novels & Stories

"If you like drinking fermented grapes that taste like a foot." Ronan turns to me. He has that smile on his face. That small, barely-there curve of the lips that tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing. It’s a patient smile. A warning smile. A smile that says, Remember the corner. "You seem tense," he observes, his dark eyes dropping to my lap for a microsecond. "I am not tense," I hiss, leaning in close so the Silvercrest elders nearby don't hear me discussing my dilated sphincter.

"I'll show you that a real werewolf doesn't need outside help to get things done. Unlike these two." The neutral smile Albus has had on his face grew upon hearing his boasting comment. "And I'm looking forward to seeing that proof."

I asked, putting on my sweetest smile. "No." The rejection came too quickly, too coldly. "You stay home today. Go run or work out with Albus. Didn't your new gym equipment arrive yesterday afternoon?" I tilted my head, smiling teasingly. "You mean... that pink gym gear?" Ronan grinned faintly, though his eyes didn't smile. "Yeah. You really like that color, don't you?" "Of course. Thank you, Mister." As soon as Ronan turned and stepped into the bathroom, my sweet smile faded instantly, falling to the floor with a thud.

I tell him and he looks confused. “Why do you say that?” He asks me. “Because you sound so old and wise.” I say to him and he cracks a smile. Orion smiling is rare but when he does, I don't even know how to explain it, it's like staring in the face of joy. “Well I do have some wisdom in me.” He tells me and then he moves closer to me.

B E I N G P R I M E She gave in to them. To him. 2·1 ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ She wouldn't succumb. One thing Eiling Weasley knew was that life loved to throw lemons at her. She'd received her first lemon when her parents died, then when her family rejected her. Now, life was going to throw another. In the form of the most popular group at her school: The Prime Empire.

"Only someone as exceptional as Luna Aris could raise such a well-behaved son." I smiled at Torin and said, "Then we'll do as Torin says." Hearing this, Torin jumped up and down with joy, completely forgetting about me as he grabbed Elora and Damon's hands and pulled them toward the door. Watching the happy scene of their little family, I smiled indifferently. Aris, how can you still smile at a time like this? My wolf pressed her paws down, tilting her head to ask me. I can smile. The happier they are now, the harder they'll cry later!

That fucking secret smile Her chest tightened. Scarlet didn’t hesitate, she shoved him hard in the chest. Not enough to hurt him, but enough to make her point. “Why are you smiling?” she snapped. “What the hell is funny right now?” Ronan barely moved. He looked down at her hand on his chest, then back at her face, lips twitching like he was trying not to laugh. Then…damn him…he actually pouted, exaggerated and playful, before stepping forward and grabbing her by the waist.

It was just as Justin had said, a small crowd of his people had gathered. A small crowd of jobless werewolves who never found anything useful to do were standing in my hall, murmuring about how I needed to go. How I was being weak. I caught their smug expressions , with folded arms, nodding to their conversations, happy. Then when I scanned the room long enough, I found him. Ronan. Tall, broad, smug as ever, leaning lazily against the wall with that half-smile that used to fool even the sharpest minds into thinking he was charming. But I knew better. I had seen the poison under that smile.

It was like watching the sun break through storm clouds, the way hope bloomed across his face. Then, his mouth twitched. A weird, crooked little smile started to spread across his face, his eyes narrowing as he looked up at me under his long lashes. That playful glint I loved so much was back, chasing away the vulnerability. Of course he couldn't stay serious for long, that wasn't Ronan's way. He deflected with humor when things got too real, too overwhelming.