Wry Grin Novels & Stories

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."

A grin I was sure I recognized but couldn't place where from… Suddenly there was a deep growl from just a little across the embankment where Mason was making his way up too. I looked at the warrior with fear, but he grinned again. “Aww, don’t let grumpy guts worry you, he is just jealous that I have more charm in my little toe than he has in his entire body.”

“What? By who?” I can’t suppress the grin that pulls at my lips. “Me.” Try as he might, Troy can’t hide the indignation that permeates his features. His posture stiffens as his eyes narrow in rage, steam practically coming out of his ears. “You can’t be serious,” he sputters. I just nod, my grin widening. I can’t help it- this guy never allows his feathers to be ruffled. It’s so damn satisfying to see him being the one to squirm for once, knowing that for the first time, I’m the one with the upper hand.

Alaric just grins, wicked and brilliant. “Because it is.”

Ro nodded, weary of the grin on his face. "Well, you're about to find out."

She uttered with a smug grin. (....)

"Follow my lead." His grin was all wicked promise. "Always,"

Archer seriously sneered with his dark grim look. ****😑😑****

I whіѕреrеd, wаgglіng mу eyebrows ѕuggеѕtіvеlу. Hіѕ fасе аlmоѕt split in twо wіth hіѕ grin. “I lіkе thе ѕоund of thаt.” “Mе tоо.” I grаbbеd hіѕ hаіr аgаіn аnd pulled him in fоr оnе lаѕt kіѕѕ bеfоrе hеаdіng bасk dоwnѕtаіrѕ.

His grin widened. "Took you long enough."