Wry Grin Novels & Stories

A vile grin spread across my face. "Now, moan my name…"

It looked really creepy. He raised a human hand. Seeing Ms. Anastasia, he gave a terrible smile that made all his teeth visible. His lips stretched unnaturally wide, revealing a row of yellowed teeth that looked like they hadn't been brushed in years. The corners of his mouth turned up in a sinister grin, and his eyes glinted with malice. It is a smile that sends shivers down the spines of those who see it, a smile that promises nothing but trouble and pain.

He says with a evil grin. My pussy clenched so hard I almost came on the spot.

Sam piped up, smiling knowingly at me, an expression which I soon discovered was mirrored by Juliette and Beckham too. "And what makes you think that?" I asked back. "Maybe because you have your Hawk grin on," Juliette singsong, leaving me confused. "Hawk grin?" "She means that stupid grin you have on your face whenever you're chatting with Hawk," Beckham mused matter-of-factly. "What? I do not have a Hawk grin," I protested. But if they heard me, they didn't show it as they were too busy chuckling to themselves. They've got to be kidding me. Hawk grin? Yeah, right!

I confessed while Miss Soren smirked at her cousin. I turned at him and mouthed 'I love you'. There, I saw his precious smile. "God! You two are so sweet!" Miss Soren squealed which made me turn back to her. I just smiled at her while Gavin sneered at his cousin’s silliness. "Oh, well, congrats! I'm happy for the both of you!" she greeted and pulled us for an embrace. I hugged her back while her cousin stayed still. I just shook my head at his behavior. He is really grumpy. I think that won't change.

Owen grinned. “With pleasure.”

Edges brushed with pale violet. He grinned. The corner of his mouth tugged sideways, a canine flashing. His face wasn't used to the expression. Too many years since he'd used it. When the muscles of his cheekbone pulled upward, the lines at the corners of his eyes bunched together like cracked earth. But his teeth were white. The canine was sharper than the rest. It glinted in the sun. Reg stared at him. "Dad, what are you smiling at."

“Hm.” I grimaced.

His voice, low and husky. Yeah. Like I can stop myself from melting. He turned me around and moved us through the crowd, his eyes holding mine, a half-cocked grin played on his lips behind the mask. I looked back at my untouched plate of risotto and meat balls catching Gracelyn's wink. A full blown cheshire cat grin dancing on her lips. She was going to eat my ears off once the day was over.

I muttered. “His name is Tobere,” I almost jumped out of my skin, he was coming around the side of the hut. “Welcome to my humble abode, he smiled. “You’re frowning again, seems like you do that a lot.” “As a matter of fact, I do, when I’m speaking with people who have little respect.” “Little respect?”