2nd-glance Novels & Stories

As his gaze drifted out the car window. Before he knew it the had entered a large estate. That was halfway up the Mountain. It overlooked the entire city. The house (if you could even called it that) was huge. That was the only way to discribe it. It was a Mansion with 4 pillars at the front. There was already a car parked at the entrance of the Mansion. A woman was leaning against the front as if she was waiting for someone.

Unexpectedly, Rebecca had the audacity to show up at my doorstep, shamelessly wailing outside the Hale Group's building. "I was blind before! I couldn't see the scheme those two snakes were running. Tyler, I've thought about it for the past five years, and I've learned so much! People shouldn't trample on others' sincerity. I've made up my mind—I will be completely devoted to you. Tyler, forgive me for the mistakes I made unknowingly! Please give us another chance. I know now that everything you did was to make me realize the truth. I'm wide awake now. I really know I was wrong, and from now on, I'll love you with all my heart!"

The Sasha who lived for his approval was no more. I met his gaze, my eyes reflecting no hate or longing. All that was left was the quiet peace of the dust settling. “I hope you find happiness.” Before Allen could say anything more, I turned away to walk out of the tent. The blizzard outside rushed in, sweeping along the North’s untamed liberty. Without hesitation, I stepped into the solid and wide realm that belonged to Alison.

“Gosh” Frank glanced at me so quickly that I felt embarrassed as my gaze met with his eyes, and all I could see was a pitiful look inside his eyes beneath the haggard hair that looked unkempt nor washed. An unknown feeling settled inside my tummy when our gaze pierced through each other, leaving me with a question with no one to answer. Why look at me with those eyes like we're of any difference? “Allow me to walk you up to your room,” he said, his hands still grasping my waist.

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“He’s losing himself.” “Correction is necessary.” “Not like this.” “He was designed for this.” “No,” I snap. “He chose something else.” Silence. Then— “That choice is unstable.” “Good,” I fire back. “That’s what makes it real.” The screen glitches. For just a second. But enough. Enough for me to see something else. A second layer. Another feed. Hidden. My breath catches. “What… is that?” No answer. I step closer. Squinting.

Blinks of stars stood discernibly proud, creating spots of stains in the impeccable darkness. Think. Fuck Antonio think!

I conclude. I heave and smile in relief. We exchange glances. Rowan and I. We both exchange glaring and love exempted glances. Glances habouring every imagined negative emotions and hatred between ourselves. Glances extremely powerful to kneel any pack member and force deeply hidden truth off their once reluctant and hardened heart. Such glance do we currently share. He sigh deeply. I smile. He certainly gets my narration. His expression proves it all. Their darkness is relentless. He understands every mentioned details within the narration.

A dead wolf. I clasp and my hands fly towards my mouth. I mind link, James. “SOS” “Where are you?” “I don’t know, near a lake?” “Okay, I’ll be there in 20” The mind link closes and I walk closer to see if I can see who’s wolf it is. The scent is horrible and I lift my t-shirt covering my nose while I look around. I really can’t recognize the wolf, so I keep looking around for clues when I am hit by the most beautiful scent ever. I turn my gaze to see his dark blue eyes focused on mine.

She glanced down, expecting another client update or one of the many emails she had been ignoring for the past ten minutes. Instead, she saw a name she hadn’t expected. Jax: I hope this isn’t a bad time. Chelsea stared at the message for a second. It was already suspicious. Chelsea: That depends. Are you about to ask me to sit through another disastrous blind date? The reply came almost immediately. Jax: No. I learned my lesson. I don’t think I have the emotional capacity to witness another man making you wait an hour. She smiled before she could stop herself. Chelsea: Good. Because I don’t think I have the patience to pretend to be polite again.