Wry Grin の小説・ストーリー

Letting a grin court the edge of his lip. “Abort this bastard!”

I grin like a Cheshire cat. Let's do this shit.

He smiled his now signature wolfish grin and winked at me. I inhaled deeply, the acrid smell of my things being blown up and the dust made my eyes water. I tried to make the corner of my mouth curl upwards, to answer his smile, but I know that it was a weak attempt as the corners didn’t move like I wanted them to.

His lips curled into a grin. “Deal.”

Yogie said, glaring at Grace sarcastically. "And besides he won because he didn't fight me yet," he said again with one corner of his lips raised showing a scary grin. While Grace kept smiling there without knowing if someone had hate on her. *****

A welcome change from the damp, expected mustiness. His smile was one of the things that first captured my heart. It wasn't about technical perfection, though the way his dimples winked and his teeth flashed white certainly didn't detract. It was the way it transformed his entire face, crinkling the corners of his eyes with genuine warmth. It held a silent promise of laughter and shared secrets, a spark of joy that was utterly contagious. Somehow, that crinkled-eyed grin managed to disarm even the most guarded defenses, leaving me feeling instantly at ease.

He asked, a maniacal grin on his face. I didn’t bother holding back my own grin. “Well it’s about damn time, isn’t it?”

"I made it very clear this afternoon that I was no homewrecker. I am loaded myself; there's no reason for me to be attracted to your husband. "By the way, you need to compensate me for that broken phone. It's hard to get your hands on a latest phone now, even if you have all the money in the world." Preston's expression froze in the middle of driving, but he quickly collected himself. Tara harrumphed. "Hmph! Yeah, keep lying. That must be Preston's gift to you." I wanted to fire back, but Emma stopped me. "Mommy, can you please be quiet?"

A cruel grin spread across his face. “Perfect.”

he said as he yawned, stretching his arms above his head. A puff of smoke appeared and enveloped his feet up to his lower legs. It slowly thickens. "What do you want?," a grumpy voice resonated from it, giving off a deep and strong accent. Looking down with a bored face, the smoke sufficed and revealed an Egyptian Sphynx cat looking back at him with an annoyed face. "Quit it, Pug. This is important," he answered and continued walking down the hallway, passing by the crowd earlier. "You know I heard, the second serving of ice cream is here so let's go. It'll be a great opportunity."