Mischievous Glint Novels & Stories

I wouldn't lose my cool in front of this pathetic excuse for a woman. Her glare disappeared and waa quickly replaced by a thin smile. “It would interest you to know that I know about your little secret” she said slyly, a devilish glint in her eye. I froze and felt my blood run cold. I knew that look, knew that glint all too well. She was going to try something stupid.

One is a wolf or a flesh eating crazy beast in a human and wolf skin, the other is a vampire that his cold bloodlust can over run the bloodiest army, the last one is a perverse abomination. The staring contest between the three to discern any glimpse of identification from eash other after digesting a few information that was put in their mind like a sword that was stabbed in your heard forgetting unconsciously the behemoth that was there like the verry existence of day and night. This unbelievable scene is of course the work of IT, a childish way to gives them fright and terror and at the same time awe , but not like a regular naïve kid who hide behind the wall than suddenly jump forward t

It’s something I’ve gotten used to after shifting so many times, but I can’t help but feel a small thrill when I see that mischievous glint spark in his eyes. “You’re walking around like that now, huh?” he teases, his voice low, amused, as he takes a step closer, his gaze never leaving me. I tilt my head, half-smiling, a bit of mischief tugging at my own lips. “What? Are you saying you don’t like what you see?”

The glint in her eye was pure malice. I took a deep breath, steeling myself. Whatever happened, I wasn’t going to let her ruin this. Not tonight, not ever. Nikki flashed her a mischievous smiles.

Was I hallucinating? My gaze drifted from his mouth to his eyes—and that’s when I saw it. There, in his dark eyes, was something that made my pulse trip—a spark. Not warmth, not kindness, but something far more dangerous. Amusement. A flicker of mischief. It was unnerving. That’s when I knew. He was up to something. I didn’t know what it was yet, but the gears behind those eyes were turning. That smile wasn’t for me. Not really. It was for whatever twisted idea had just settled into his mind.

His eyes met mine with a mischievous glint. “No,” he replied with his husky tone that made me breathless. “I’m going to take you to paradise first.”

I stomp my foot, missing his toes by millimeters and start to get agitated with his so called playful joke. “A little bit funny. I can see you smiling. Are you thinking about the bits the other girls don’t get to see?” He winks at me again, that mischievous dirty look coming on and I lose the will to live, smile breaking on my face despite trying so hard not to let it. God, he makes me so gahhhhhh.

“Where have I heard it before?” She laughed. “Oh, I doubt that you’re the sort of person who would know my name,” she demurred, but she saw a shift in his expression, his eyes lighting with wickedness and his smile slowly growing. F-k, she thought, that was the sexiest expression of mischievousness that she had encountered in a long while. “Or maybe you do,” she amended.

His movements are sluggish, almost lazy. And his eyes... There's a strange sparkle in them. They aren't the warm blue I'm used to. They're glittering with a manic gleam. He sees me and stops right away. For a moment, we just stare at each other. Then he stretches, rolling his shoulders like a cat waking up from a nap. He drags one hand through his hair, letting it fall messily over his forehead, and flashes me a grin that looks like trouble. "Well, well," he drawls, his voice lower and rougher than usual, laced with that dangerous, glittering amusement. "Morning, Angel."

Her hair was disheveled, and she moved like she was in pain I grabbed her chin, tilting her head left and right, my voice rising with concern laced in irritation. “What the hell happened to you?” Glow’s eyes darkened, anger flashing in their depths. “It’s that stupid Marrissa,” she hissed, her voice trembling with barely suppressed fury. I stepped back, crossing my arms, my eyes darker as her words sank in. “What? Marrissa did this to you?” My lips curled in disgust at the thought. “Tell me you did worse to her, Glow. Tell me you did not let her get away with it.” Glow’s lips curled into a defiant smile, through her eyes betrayed her frustration. “Of course, I did more damage to her,” she sa