Sunshine And Grumpy Trope Novels & Stories

“Does he treat you well?” I looked away, embarrassed. “He’s my boss,he’s not supposed to treat me like anything else.” Carson’s frown deepened. “You’re not just anyone, Madison. “I know,” I said softly. He moved into the kitchen, leaning against the counter. “You look tired.” “I woke up early,” I replied. “Why?” His voice was sharp, not mean, but protective. I didn’t answer immediately, unsure how to respond. Carson clicked his tongue lightly. “You’re too soft sometimes, You let people take advantage without even realizing it.”

I cupped his face in my hands, letting my magic envelop him. Trust me. He stilled before his tension drained away. I do. Nice to hear from you so soon, Mom. Uncle Frank's mental voice was chilly to say the very least. I felt like I had icicles growing in my head. Gram's power smacked him gently. I'd have thought you got the hint I didn't want you to find me, silly boy. Her magic hugged him then. Sunny, child, how do you put up with him? Sunny's mental laugh thawed the ice age and brought the sun back. He has his moments.

Grey stated. “That would have been quite cruel,” I argued. He shrugged. “Those who work for me follow my rules.” I held his stare. “What about me then?” His eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, Sunshine?” “Am I expected to obey you in whatever you say?” A sly smirk tugged at his lips. “That would have been tempting… but also boring. I enjoy you more when you're slightly unpredictable.” “Slightly… unpredictable?” I shot him a look. “Maybe I should leave your wound the way it is and wait until some infection eats you alive.”

If that happened, he couldn’t make Waylon his son-in-law anymore. He sighed from time to time, and the butler was confused. “Mr. Southern, why are you sighing?” Sunny stood under the grape trellis. Looking at the cluster of green grapes, Sunny did not know why but he felt that they looked just like his disappointing daughter. He took a bite from the grape, and it was so sour that his face scrunched together. “I don’t think Cam can get a husband anymore for the rest of her life.” The butler was shocked. “Don’t you think you’re over-worried?”

“Guess you can’t be an AI then, ha?” OH. MY. MOTHER. FUCKING---!!! “Are you always this annoying?” I growled, wondering if strangling a human in utter frustration still counted as murder – or self-defense of one’s sanity. Because not only did she just snort and laugh at my outburst, she looked downright amused! “I’m not annoying, I’m charming,” she announced, beaming at me. “You’re just grumpy and don’t appreciate it.” Grumpy?! I’m GRUMPY now?!

Mathew nods, gives me a sympathetic look before hurrying out of the office. Mr. Grumpy tilts his head, extending his hand and I mistook that as a handshake extension and reaches to take his hand but he scowls. "The coffee, dummy!" He groans irritatedly. Right, I thought as much. I hand him the coffee, and he takes it with a glare, and heads back to his desk but just when I thought it was all over, he spits the coffee out, and faces me with a glare that screams if eyes could kill.

“What do you think? No, it wasn’t awkward. We were adults about it. No weirdness, no drama. Just went back to being normal.” “Interesting,” I say, smiling again. “Thanks for sharing.” Rich groans, shaking his head. “You’re the most frustrating person I’ve ever met, you know that?” “That’s what makes me fun,” I say, giving him a playful wink. “But hey, now I know you’re not just a pretty face.” “Sunshine,” he says, leaning back with a look that can only be described as equal parts exhausted and amused, “you’re lucky I don’t throw my drink at you.”

"First I want to apologize for what happened between us. I know I was a jerk to you and..." "I t 's... a l r i g h t. T h e y... s a y... i f... y o u... l o s e ... s o m e t h i n g... t h e n... G o d... g i v e s... y o u... s o m e t h i n v .. b e t t e r... t h a n... i t." Sunny smiled while Robert raised his eyebrow. Did she just insult him without actually insulting him?

As long as these walking dead existed, the world would be gloomy, and nothing would be good. "I will draw the curtains now, Lord Ralph..." "Do whatever you fucking wish to do, and stop disturbing me. I am busy here!" he thundered, taking me unawares. Grumpy much? I was startled, and my hand flew to my chest. Why was he in such a sore mood? Humans were supposed to be the ones in this mood. They would starve for three days while his kind enjoyed it all. I looked at his hands and realized he was wearing his ring. To irritate him, I drew the curtains so widely open that the morning sun streamed into the room. I did not stop there; I walked toward the window where his desk was and drew the curtai

“That’s what you get for messing up with me.” “You ruined my shoes.” He yells, glaring down at his scuffed white sneakers. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before grabbing me, Mr Grumpy.” I smirk, folding my arms across my chest. His eyes widen at my words. “What did you just say? Mr Grumpy?” I laugh at the look on his face. “Yeah, you heard me—Mr Grumpy. Fits you perfectly, don’t you think?” His eyes narrow, and he steps closer, towering over me. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?”