Playful Glare Novels & Stories

I fixed him with a fiery glare, which he met with that same infuriatingly mischievous smile, his eyes sparkling with unchecked masculine power. “What the hell, Ram? Seriously?” I demanded, the sheer annoyance making my voice rough and shaky. I shifted, deliberately widening my stance even more, exposing myself fully to his gaze, hoping my brazenness might, for once, crack his granite composure. The groan that escaped me this time was one of pure, unadulterated exasperation. “Really? This game again?”

Payton only held his stomach taking his own good time laughing his heart out, and stood straight as she began to glare him like an angry lioness. She rested her hands on her butt, fumed in anger as she glared him with the deadliest of her looks with no blinks at all. Payton put a finger on his lips but ended laughing out loud again. There was seemingly some funny scene from a funny movie was going on, he supposed. Well, it really was a movie playing in front of him itself.

Just imagining things was so engrossing. He stares at me, so I fight back as I give my 'I will kill you' glare. After a few seconds, he looks away and exits the gazebo without saying a word. Okay... What is his deal? Is he having a period? What's with mood swings? He was just being sly this morning but now, he glares at me as if he wanted to put me in a sack and throw my body to the deep blue sea, giving the sharks the privilege to enjoy my flesh.

he asked with a glare "What is wrong with you?You are at fault here coz you pushed me , dumb ass" I retort with my own best glare. "Who did you just called dumb ass?" he looked angry already "You of course ,who else"I smirk with folded arms. He is seriously fuming right now . He glared at me and I also glared back, two can also play the game. We were in a kind of glaring competition, i 'll not back down because I love challenges. He backed down first anyways.

I give him a stony glare, that I remember Cole calling cute once. The memory makes me even more annoyed. Because of my softer features, it’s sometimes a bit hard for some people to take me seriously. Case in point, my glares don't actually look like glares, but angry pouts. "You heard me. Get away from me, I am not a faggot." He doesn't even deem it fit to look back at me. Instead, choosing to stare at the glass in his hand like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

I mumbled stunned by the crazed look in his eyes. Every contour of his muscular body seemed to be accentuated by the flickering flames, intensifying his presence as a force to be reckoned with. The play of light and shadow intricately intertwined with the intricacies of his wicked grin, with a mischievous glint in Killian's eyes, which mirrored a sense of sadistic pleasure. “Convince me.”

I pop another colored grape into my mouth, loving the subtle sourness that the fruit provided, as I studied the side of his face. His narrowed brown eyes that made his tan skin pop and thick brows furrowed in anger. His jaw clenched tightly as he scowled at those who coward before his angry glare. Pink lips pulling back to show his shiny teeth, he hissed out a threat. “Look away before I kill you!” The few that tried to ignore his glare quickly scampered away at the sound of his theat. A threat that sounded a little too serious. As if he was almost ready, willing even, to carry it out.

I taunted her again, hoping it'd make her more focused and she'd be able to convert quicker. "Shut up! I can do it," she glared at me ten times more hotly than before. I shook my head at her. "Give up already, love. You would've done it already had you been able to. Clearly, you can't." I didn't think it was possible, but her glare got hotter and her eyes began to glow again as they had in the very beginning. "I. Am. Not. A. Quitter." And then, with a scream I didn't think a person her size was capable of, the kind that made me squeeze my eyes shut and cover my ears, she emanated a wave of shock that had me flying at least a good five feet behind me.

One moment he was glaring ahead, the next he grabbed my hair and pulled me to him. "Look at what you made me do! You just couldn't keep your mouth shut, didn't you?" His breathing was rugged, "I'll make you pay for this. But unlike him, I'll make you beg me to kill you," I tried to get away from his vicious grip but it only made him pull harder and bringing me closer to his angry face. He glared at me with his pitch-black eyes. If looks could kill, I would be already dead from his glare filled with hatred and loath.

He looks at me like he wants to destroy my very soul but I don't drop my eyes as I glower at him spitefully. “Glare at me all you want, little bunny. From now on, I’m your master.” He smirks.