Wry Grin Novels & Stories

It doesn't take me long to turn away in disgust. Griffin doesn't smile as he approaches the bars, inches from my face. As I try to remain calm, I notice that today he looks like a phoenix - glowing with the emotion of fury or excitement - with his red hair and animated expression.

He gritted his teeth as if he was pained but in reality it was just his ego. He finally let go of her and continued to speak. “What's going to happen now? Are you going to run off to zephyr so that you guys can continue your wretched love story?” His brows lifted, his mouth twisting into a lopsided grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. There was a sharpness to it, like every line of his face was sculpted to offend. When he tilted his head slightly, it was with the air of someone barely containing a laugh.

As I scrolled downward, I realized in all his youth pictures, he wore a big smile on his face, something I had never seen on him. His eyes sparkled with delight, shining like two stars in the midnight sky. His mouth was contorted in a wide, genuine grin that stretched from ear to ear. His teeth gleamed bright white, surrounded by rosy lips that were pulled slightly wider at either end. His cheeks were crinkled with delight, and his eyebrows were raised in a playful expression. It was as if he had just heard the world's funniest joke and couldn't contain his joy. Every aspect of his face radiated pure happiness, making me Wonder how he turned so cold looking.

Grace began to smirk, and Wren stopped talking, giving her an unimpressed look. “What?” Grace asked with pretentious innocence “I would appreciate it if no smiling or flirty faces are made. This is actually serious stuff and I’m pretty messed up about it.” Grace dropped her smile immediately. “Fine. Sorry. Dead serious. Promise.” She mimed locking her lips and throwing away the key.

"Make sure he stays that way." Lucian’s jaw tightens. A slow, lethal grin spreads across his face—a predator recognizing its own kind. "With pleasure," he whispers.

he asked me back, his gaze unwavering. "Yes, but only a little; you know I'm afraid of being drunk," I replied, almost laughing, so he also grinned. I stared at him for a few seconds, observing his whole face. So handsome. His deep gray eyes crinkled at the corners as his grin widened. It was one of those infectious smiles that could light up a room. "Um, congratulations again to you, Ty," I said, breaking through the cacophony. He turned his gaze towards me, a look of pleasant surprise washing over his face. The sweet smile he wore refused to fade away as if permanently etched onto his features.

A wicked grin spreads across his face. "We’ll see how this ends."

laugh? She glared at him. "The nerve of you..." "Thank you, Wynn," He said, his smile stretching into a toothy grin. She avoided his gaze. "Whatever. Get some rest."

Whole. Then — like I’m possessed — I look back down. And that’s when it happens. Over Mike’s head, Damion grins. Just … grins. Good Lord. It’s slow and wide and completely devastating. Laughing eyes, crooked mouth, zero effort. How can a grin — from that distance — turn my spine into jelly?

Haggard in appearance, his usually knife-shaven jaw sported thick bristles, his usually poised look marred by his messy braid and bloodshot eyes. Rough time? Too bad. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but under her glare, clamped it shut. She felt her arm on her other side lift, and she tilted her view to see Golden Grin holding her by the hand. Almost as ragged in appearance, he flashed her a wan smile that wilted as she blasted him with her gaze.