Funny Side-eye Novels & Stories

This feels a little too intimate for me. “I know what side eye you’re talking about. I don’t care who you are she makes you feel small every time she hits you with that look.” I say trying not to feel what Oliver’s closeness is doing to me. I keep telling myself, don’t make it awkward, don’t make it awkward. “I think she knows her side eyes are lethal that’s why she uses them to scare the life out of people.” He says laughing.

amused but unmoved by his quick retort, Reyne gulped her Saliva. A discontented, annoyed and unpleasant grin crept on her mouth while she matched her eyes with his scorching ones. She remembered how he and his friends had planned to bully her by using a spooky guy named Jeffrey. Reyne could not stop but smile wider as she gradually let tears accumulate in her eyes and trickle below her lower lashes.

“I’m so freakin’ jealous, my eyes are turning green.” They all looked at his sulky mint-green eyes and burst into laughter.

Skye asked, almost shouting in annoyance. She turned around to face me, and I almost cracked aloud in laughter, looking at her. The fiery flash of her eyes warned me not to annoy her further, so I swallowed my mirth by frowning. Skye turned around to look at the mirror again. My shoulder shook as I laughed silently, but I cleared my throat when she turned her head to look at me again.

He caught it without looking up. She stared at him. “How did you—” “Peripheral vision.” He set the pen down. “Also you always throw things when I’m right.” “I’ve never thrown anything at you before.” “You’ve wanted to.” He looked at her over the top of the page. “Several times. I’ve been waiting.” She stared at him. Then she laughed. Properly. The surprised kind. The kind that came out before she approved it. He watched her laugh with an expression she felt across the room.

she giggles despite the rolling tears from her eyes. ****😉****

I shake my head. I am expecting more of his arrogant remark but then he just burst out laughing like a little kid. I hissed in annoyance and turn my gaze at him but I stop upon seeing him. His eyes are flashing a bright smile, the corner of his lips is twitching and his eyes crinkle in the corner flashing an expression of amusement.

A squeeze, eyes dimming, features twisting, face scowling, then out of nowhere… Laughter. His lips stretched, spread out and morphed into a big laughter. A. Big. Fat. Laughter. “Ha! Brown eyes, didn’t know you had it in you!” he let out, loud. “Bastard? Really, bastard?? Haha!” His voice rang out. Laughter increasing the more time he spent laughing, glancing at me and then everything around us. The sides of his eyes were all creased, but beautifully so. Head thrown back alive, chest and body visibly shaking, the glasses spilling drinks.

The more she thought about her foiled plans, the angrier she became, resulting in her accidentally dropping the baby out of rage. "This is your fault! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten to this point in life! Die!" A loud thud sounded. Blood was splattered all over Marcus' pale face. As Sylvia cackled at the top of her lungs while walking out of the ward, a teardrop slid down Marcus' cheek from his closed eyes. Unfortunately, those eyes would never open ever again.

Ezra teased with a crooked smile. “Fine.” I rolled my eyes. As soon as I did, I regretted it. I hissed out a breath of pain. Completely forgetting my black eye for a moment. “Silly mouse.” Ezra laughed at me, but not in a mean way, I noticed. It was lighthearted, no matter the situation we were in. “Jerk,” I told him, laughing. “Can I ask why you look like a new type of mutant that crawled out of the lost and found?” Ezra eyed me from head to toe with amusement. Before I could defend my self, I heard Mr. Griffin crack up laughing.