Romans & histoires Wry Grin

he grinned. Eww...just how sick is this guy?

A wicked grin spread across his face. "Are you in or not?"

She grinned wickedly. "Let's make him very furious."

Wes leaned lazily against the doorframe, his mouth curling into a slow, smug grin. “Times up.”

" Piper grinned as well. . . . …..

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.

My abductor turns and gives me a lopsided evil grin. “I said you would fall into my trap.”