Sunshine And Grumpy Trope Novels & Stories

“Jude, you feel this? It’s like… I’m alive, very alive.” He’s squinting at the sun, grumpy as hell, yet his eyes soften as they settle on me. “You glow in the sun—beautiful,” he adds, voice all scratchy, like he’s afraid to say it. His shadows flutter, wrapping closer, and I grin, leaning against him. “You too—my grumpy sun,” I taunt, and he snorts, but his hand squeezes mine, warm and steady. Damn, I love him, and the way our relationship hums, I know he feels it too.

Right now, their gray is soft and comforting. And as much as I love to see that, it’s a problem. “Hey, careful. You can’t go around smiling at me while we’re at home. You have to go back to being your grumpy self.” I scowl at him as an example. “Right, what was I thinking?” He rolls his eyes before lowering his sunglasses, then he grunts. “Better?” “That’s more like it.” Sure, we’re joking about it, but we both know how serious the situation is. Nobody can find out about us.

Grump closed his lips and sealed it shut. Orlando chuckled as Grump got snarl by the mightiest female werewolf. Austin slightly let out a laughter. Boy are they in trouble. “You set me up,” said Grump, lowly talking to his alpha. Austin couldn’t help but give out a burst of butterflies. His son let out sound of giggles. Agatha’s eyes water with tears. What a happy reunion they are all having. They need more days like this than any. Solomon was stirring and making noises. Austin shuffle the blanket back and show Grump, his newborn pup.

He would get to meet Cora my wolf, and our families will be together and live happily ever after, I can fix him and give him a lot of kisses. But then, Bob the builder fixes things, not me. He needed bob the builder to fix him while I needed my freedom and my old life back. He never asked you to fix him, I reminded myself. This was true, he never did so why would I burden myself with project fix Mr grump and give him nine hundred and ninety-nine Amara kisses? It would have been a thousand kisses but the last one was reserved for puppy Orian. He was too comfortable in his darkness and far too gone in it. He was never going to get out and he was a lost cause. I had no business getting involved

Instead of showing guilt or sympathy, Sunny simply shrugged. “Oh,” she replied shortly, making Elmy frown. “You don’t feel any sympathy for Zayne at all? You still have a conscience, right?” Elmy pressed, stepping into Sunny’s space. Sunny took a step back. “What are you talking about? Of course I feel sad.” “Your face says otherwise,” Elmy scoffed, grabbing Sunny’s arm to stop her from retreating. “You’re really something, Sunny. I never thought someone who looks so innocent could be this poisonous.”

The pale light that filtered through the windows cast a melancholic glow on the scene, as if the sun itself was mourning the loss of Grandfather Edward. Kian's gaze settled on the array of photographs that adorned the walls, each one telling a story of happier times. He saw his grandfather's bright smile, his twinkling eyes, and his warm embrace. The memories came flooding back, and Kian's heart felt like it was shattering all over again. He remembered the countless times Grandfather Edward had been there for him, offering words of wisdom and comfort. He recalled the way his grandfather's eyes would light up when he spoke about his love for nature, and the way his face would soften when he s

"I said, don't learn from that old-fashioned Grayson! He keeps putting on that foul look like someone owes him a trillion dollars. Young people like us have to be active! Cheerful! Sunshine! Smile at the world!" In just one day, Grayson was mocked twice for being old!

“I just don’t want to make it difficult for you to sell here all day. Don’t worry, and the vegetables don’t spoil because I give them to the poor.” Sunshine was impressed with the young man because he was smart, especially with like her that was also poor. She was about to smile when she suddenly caught sight of a man who looked sharp at them. The look he gave her was threatening. The kind of threat that if she smiles at another man, there will be a punishment in return.

It was a simple answer, but it carried a weight that made Sunny's chest tighten. She tried to laugh it off. "Please don't tell me you like me. The world isn't that slanted yet." "Take it easy. I have good taste." "Hey!" "But who knows? Maybe you're my type. If you stop nagging every five seconds." Sunny rolled her eyes, but her cheeks were flushed. She sipped her soup faster to hide her face. "You know, people like you are annoying." "I know." "Ugh." And for a moment, both were silent. No one said anything. But the air between them felt... cozy. Like a storm that is slowly subsiding even though the sky has not completely cleared.

Maurice asked again. "He does snap, but it’s okay, it doesn’t hurt my feelings, it just gets under my skin," I answered, which made them both laugh. I don't know about that guy. It seems like being grumpy is just in his nature. But I’ve noticed that it fades whenever something happens to me or when I answer him. Honestly, I’m confused, but I don’t want to jump to conclusions because maybe I’m just thinking he’s worried about me when he might not be.