Wry Grin Novels & Stories

She gazed off into the distance, a wry smile tugging at her lips. Ahhhh, I’m fucked.

The corners of his mouth tip into a dark grin, one that tells me that nothing good is coming my way. “Then, you better be quiet."

He withdrew from her when he felt a quick, intense ache in his bottom lip. "It seems that Mrs. Conrad not only likes to bark, but bite as well." He extended his arm to dab at the blood on his lips. He was an extremely attractive man who liked to frown, which accentuated his rough features. When he did grin, it accentuated his remarkable features even more. But the grin that lit up his face was as terrifying as a lion realizing what it was hunting.

I wasn't exactly expecting it. He grinned, and a dimple winked at the right corner of his mouth. Oh lordy! "Just trying to get into the spirit of things." "Well, ummm, thank you. Again."

Wowed could be a better word. His black on black will never get old. And this time mixed in with a red Tshirt that has rips revealing a bit of his skin, chef's kiss. 10/10. I would recommend gaping at this man like a warping fish. He lifts his head up, and I might have imagined this, but there was a faint hint of a smile on his face. Before he wiped it clean. "Good morning." I greeted, and Griffin gave me a strange look. "You're in a good mood. Did something happen?"

I asked and he gave me a Cheshire cat grin. “Right now, baby. There's no point in wasting more of our time”.

I just couldn't stop grinning out the window of the taxi; it was the kind of smile that looked as if it was making fun of everyone. My lips were forming an amusingly shaped mockery: they curved into a U. This grin was such a dear friend; it is an affirmation of achievement, I suppose, that here again I had outsmarted Samuel and slipped away. Everything else just whooshed over us at tremendous speed, the streets of the town becoming a kaleidoscope of colors, of sounds.

He shot me that signature, sly grin of his. “I’m starting to think you might actually like me.”

I exclaimed. "Save your breath. I'm that good" he boosted. "Okay then, show me the face when I'm happy" I grunted pretending to be unimpressed. His eyes squinted slightly, as his cheek raised, a defined wrinkle runs from the sides of his nose to the corners of his mouth. The corners of his mouth move up at a diagonal, widening his mouth exposing teeth. "OMG!" I giggled. "I got it huh?" he asked and I nodded in agreement.

he suggested with a wicked grin. And really, how could I possibly say no to that?