Waggles Eyebrows Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

I pouted my lips and blinked my eyes, trying to act cute "I'm hungry" Joyce just shook her head and burst into laughter.

I shake my head. I am expecting more of his arrogant remark but then he just burst out laughing like a little kid. I hissed in annoyance and turn my gaze at him but I stop upon seeing him. His eyes are flashing a bright smile, the corner of his lips is twitching and his eyes crinkle in the corner flashing an expression of amusement.

He drawled, giving Gab a wink, "You deserve an accolade." Gab fanned herself and dramatically batted her lashes, "I know right!' Micah rolled his eyes at their playfulness, "Don't spur her on." Maya chuckled and was about to say that she agreed with him when a shrill scream met her ears, "OMG! You came?!" Of course...

She gave me a big, distant look and leaned back in her chair like the worm might leap across the table at her. “Oh my god, he’s in THAT age, huh,” she said, half-laughing, half-horrified. Micah, undeterred by her tone, spun toward her. “Auntie Mia! Look! Mr. Wiggles wants to say hi too!” He lunged forward, arms wide open for one of his signature tackle-hugs, dirt-streaked hands and all.

Like an actual rubber duck. He raises an eyebrow. “What was that noise?” My dignity leaves the building. “I—I—I—YOU—WHY—WHERE—THE SHIRT—WHAT—WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!” He blinks calmly. “Like what.” “LIKE—LIKE—THAT!” I gesture wildly at his whole everything. He looks down at himself. “Oh. Right.” Then he smirks. THE SMIRK. THE ILLEGAL SMIRK. “Does it bother you?” he asks softly.

I batted my eyelashes like a mischievous child would to try and get out of trouble. "So mean." I pretended to act offended. I let my bottom lip pucker in feigned disappointment. Sebastion just rolled his eyes and shook his head. But you could see the tips of his lips twitch as he fought a smile. So he wasn't really in a bad mood after all.

He keeps showing it to me. Not even a little bit? Wiggly eyebrow emoji. I roll my eyes but can’t help smiling a bit. The man has got a bee in his bonnet about me. Why, I have no fucking idea. He can have any woman he wants. Let’s face it, there are enough of them lining up for him.

She wiggled her eyebrows at me making me laugh “I wouldn't have it any other way” I winked at her and we both burst out laughing our hearts out until we were crying. Her words meant the world to me.