Waggles Eyebrows Novels & Stories

My fingers intertwined against each other, stupidly scratching and tugging at my skin. “You mean why did I laugh.” I nod, remembering the word attached to the action. His eyebrows crossed in the middle, his head slowly turning towards his brothers. Bouncing his eyebrows once, the other blinked and both of them focused their gaze on me. “One, It was nice to know you were addressing us in your mind. You should always think about my handsome face to make your day good.” Small tingles spread across my face, my muscles twitching in a weird way tugging at my lips at the way he said those words.

"Like what you see - I said smirking at him. He looked everywhere but not at me. And he cleared his throat. He looked at me and wiggled his eyebrows. I also wiggled my eyebrow. And then I laughed and smirked. He started coming towards me. Ya Allah!! What he is doing?? He stood just in front of me. "I really liked what I see - he said with a smirking face and my face was red with embarrassment. "Mausam-e-mizaaz gulzaar kar Gaye,

she wiggled her eyebrow teasingly at me causing me to roll my eyes at her. “Personal maid indeed”

A smirk plastered on his face. "Are you done browsing me out, baby?" He said wiggling his eyebrows. I blushed hard and avoided his eye contact, thinking of an excuse. "You don't have to be shy baby, it is all yours?" He made a gesture with his body that made me feel like a baby butterfly who wants to spread its sleek feather but can't.

I explain and wiggle my eyebrows suggestively. Since Ragh stops laughing suddenly and looks at me like I’m batshit crazy, just to emphasize the fact that I am, in fact, batshit crazy, I thrust my hips forward a couple of times, humping the empty air and groan, “hell yeah, spoons are the shit, demon boy. Don’t you just want to grab them and,” I hump the air a few more times, “fuck the living shit out of that stainless steel?”

Maria nudges my shoulder, I snap out of my reverie, trying desperately to wipe the smug smile off my face but it sticks. “What?” I yell when she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively like she caught me with a hand in the cookie jar. “Maria. Speak now or forever hold your peace.” Her brows only shoot higher, she winks and I roll my eyes. She does this a lot, makes you so antsy you start confessing to unknown crimes. “Fine, don’t say it.”

She follows my gaze and raises an eyebrow. “Okay, so... is it just me, or do werewolves have the weirdest dance moves ever?” she says, her voice low enough that no one else can hear. I laugh softly, the sound escaping before I can stop it. “Oh, no, you're right. It’s like, they’ve got these moves that are either too fluid like they're about to shift at any moment, or they’re so stiff that I’m pretty sure they’re just trying to avoid stepping on anyone’s tail.”

She said while wriggling her brows. "Scarlett... I am serious..." She winked at me, "I am serious too."

I winked for good measure. Elias groaned louder, dragging a hand down his face. “Oh, fuck you guys.”

"Want to know where we're going?" "Yes." He wiggled his eyebrows. "You'll see." "Seriously?" she said, but she smiled anyway.