Playful Glare Novels & Stories

The maids trailed behind with trolleys, obedient and pale, their eyes wide as coin-purses. “How dare you...” Her protest strangled off when she saw them. The smile dissolved into an animal sound, half-cry, half-scream. Gloria’s gaze hit ours and everything in me tightened, the world narrowing to the white of her eyes and the swift, practiced cruelty of my men.

His lips twitched into a knowing smirk as he looked down at me with his most disappointed glare. "You do't deserve to have a mate. You should be thankful that I am even letting you live after what you did," he lowered to my eye level and hissed in my face. I felt suffocated under the weight of his hateful glare. I wanted to give him a comeback. There were so many things I could say in my defense but for some reason words failed to make it out of my mouth. His baleful glare stripped me off of my confidence to defend myself. Instead tears pricked the back of my eyes.

Shade pressed against him, his black-and-red fur ruffled, the sunlight reflecting in his amber eyes, the glade a sanctuary, the warmth a shared triumph. Mara grinned, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief, her voice bright, the sunlight illuminating her face, the warmth of the glade a mirror to the joy in her heart, the air thick with their shared legacy, the glade a sanctuary, their bond a radiant flame. “She’s gonna be a handful,” she teased, her laughter echoing through the glade, the flame pendant catching the sunlight, the sunlight dancing on her face, the glade a haven, the warmth a shared joy. Ember raced around her, her russet fur ruffled, the sunlight reflecting in her amber eyes,

I returned to my food, shaking my head at her foolishness. "Certainly not, if anything, You girls just chased away my source of entertainment for tonight" I muse but my voice holds a bit of threat. I look up to meet the baby blue eyes of the youngest whose name I now recall as Gloria. My lips pull to the right side at the look on her face. Faze, annoyance and anger were the emotions battling for a place on her face. A chuckle more like a cackle breaks the stare-down between me and Gloria. Isabella brings up her wine glass as she wipes the nonexistent tears away from her lids.

I fumed. "YOU BOTH! GET OUT", They ignored me and continued their glaring contest. They looked shocked when my heels hit them their shoulders. They gave me a glare. I gave them a deadliest glare. "Get lost before I kill you both!!!". They looked at me amused. Later smirked at me and took the heel along with them. Both went in two different directions when they exited. "Noaahhhh", I shouted. I think It is easy to get it from Ryder and not from that annoying freak Noah!!!

I stepped closer, my glare burning hotter than theirs. “Who,” I said slowly, voice edged with venom, “are you glaring at like that?”

It bounced around the room, light and airy but edged with a manic sharpness. Mira’s eyes sparkled, wild and unrestrained, the kind of gleam that made the air around her feel electric. Her smile stretched impossibly wide, tipping into something sharp, dangerous, and completely gleeful. Every movement she made radiated a manic delight, as if the mere thought of her victory sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. Kade’s gaze flicked toward her, brow furrowed, curiosity and unease warring in his chest.

[ NEW TASK: THE GHOST ] [OBJECTIVE: IGNORE DOMINIC GREYHOUND FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE EVENT. [CRITERIA: NO EYE CONTACT. NO CONVERSATION. ACT AS IF HE DOES NOT EXIST.] [REWARD: $500,000 & INTRODUCTION TO A NEW PROSPECTIVE LOVE INTEREST.] I freeze. “No. Not tonight,” I plead silently. “Anything but this.” The screen pulses a deep, warning red. [FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN A PARTIAL RESET OF BEAUTY ATTRIBUTES.] Partial reset? Beauty attributes? I would start getting ugly? In real time?

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.

They were a-sparkle with mirth and shone like two eternity-blue jewels inwrought in snow… “Looking this handsome should be a crime. I mean, How can an be this gorgeous?” I’m sure he has many girls throwing themselves at him, begging for his attention. I would had admired his beauty some more, but I couldn’t focus on any other thing because he looks so furious, and he is glaring daggers at me. If eyes could kill, I’ll be six feet under already. I glared at him as well, matching his hard look with mine. I don’t know why everyone is so scared of him, but I’m not going to cower and hide in his presence. I didn’t spill drinks on him on purpose, and if we are being honest, he is to be blamed as we