Mischievous Glint Novels & Stories

"Hell, I think Quincy, Ellie, and Jennie are the crazy ones here. Ellie and Jennie actually called their own family member a nutjob, while Quincy refused to acknowledge her own son, instead defending some bum." "Wait, don't you think all three of them were sponsoring that gigolo?" Hearing those remarks, Harold, my mother, Ellie, and Jennie were all glaring at me, clearly aggrieved. But it was obvious none of them expected that the instant I was reborn, I called Grandpa for help. Holding their gazes, I simply shrugged and asked, "What are you looking at? Afraid to own up to what you did?" Grandpa nodded in agreement. "James is right. If you dare to do it, then don't be afraid to admit it!"

he replied, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness that matched the mischievous glint in his eyes. As I met his gaze, I saw a mischievous smile forming on his lips. It was a smile that held a promise—a hint of something more. Danger. Yes, it seemed like a delightful and tantalizing danger was looming, ready to sweep me off my feet because of what I said earlier. The air crackled with anticipation, and the atmosphere between us shifted, charged with an electric energy that heightened the senses. I secretly delighted in that thought. This was indeed my goal—to bring out Marius's wild side. I believed he still hesitated to fully possess me in his own way, given

“Do you want to come with me?” “Aren’t you afraid I’ll break if I go out in the cold?” “Meh-” I wiggled my eyebrows at her -“I think we can risk it.” "Okay," she replied. A smile tugged at her lips. I could almost feel my heart melt when I saw her eyes twinkle. I did not know how much I missed that mischievous glint until it simply disappeared one day. "But I'm not going in the water." "Oh, God, no, please don't. You are much too fragile."

"How do you know what the glow means?" "Because mine does the same thing." Grace held up her own hand. Let it glow softly. "When I'm scared, I glow. When I'm angry, I crackle. When I'm happy, I just—shimmer. Like this." The glow became warm. Golden. Beautiful. Maya stared. "You're five years old." "You said that last night too." "It's still surprising." "I know." Grace stood. "Come downstairs. Reaper made real breakfast. Not burned this time."

“Don't be silly.” I could feel his smile as he nuzzled my neck, and sniffed me. “I don't plan to be silly. I want to be naughty.” “Maurice!” I said with mock reprimand. “Glenda!” He mirrored my reaction and I couldn't help but erupt into laughter. Still smiling, I moved, then turned to face him. A joyful glint flashed through my eyes. He met my gaze, sighed and tucked my loose hair to reveal my face. With his gaze intently studying me, he spoke.

He looks deranged. Crazy on all counts with this attractive smile that looks like he takes groceries to his grandma every week and walks old ladies across the street, but there's that gleam in his eyes again. A deceitful sparkle that says he'll devour your soul while making you think it's the best thing that could have happened to you… and I like it.

“I don’t even hex people who wear animal costumes or mascots and those scary freaks have got it coming.” The violet-winged man tilted his head. “Oh, well in that case, why don’t we just sit down and have a glbutt of wine together? Or how about an evening of fun games? I’m Mischief, by the way.” When I nodded, holding out my hand for him to help me up, he rolled his eyes and didn’t take it.

he replied, a hint of playful mischief in his eyes. I arched an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Why are you wasting your time here with me then?" I teased, the playful banter between us igniting a spark that made me both intrigued and delighted. The smile never left his face as he took my hand in his, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes. "I figured your company would be better; now come on, before I kiss you right here, senseless for your neighbors to see," he teased, his voice low and inviting, sending a playful thrill coursing through me as I caught his gaze, torn between laughter and the undeniable chemistry pulling us closer.

Her eyes flickered with strange light and she grinned. Apparantly, she excited and giggled as if planned everything to begin with. She fully incircled the place which she discreetly leave with her aura of scheming. Eyeing the enemy with the same vicious anticipation, she wipe the regrets of doing something vicius soon. The arrogance in his face what further motivate her to do some trapping.

Even weak and bruised, that familiar mischievous glint is still there in his eyes. "Thinking of a friendly visit." I lean in closer, a small smile tugging at my lips. "How friendly are we talking?"