Playful Glare Novels & Stories

“You can tell yourself that if you like. And while you’re at it, you can order the world to stop turning. I’ll still be gone in two weeks.” Stefan scowls at me, and for once in my life, I scowl back. The expression feels weird on my face, because I’m always the perky one. The happy-go-lucky girl next door. The ball of sunshine who cheers everybody else up, and makes sure people are happy and comfortable. Not right now. Right now, my forehead is creased, and my eyes burn with frustration, and my cheeks are red-hot. I’m a first-time glarer, but I’m giving it my all.

Annabel exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with unfiltered honesty. "Annabel!" Gloria whirled around from the stove, her knife clattering against the cutting board. Panic surged through her as she beheld the scene: her bold little daughter clinging to Lukas's arm like a barnacle, swinging from it playfully, while he remained statue-still, his expression unreadable.

His shoulders shook and his body quivered. I shot Sen a withering glare, my eyes narrowed into daggers that dared him to stop laughing. But instead of quelling his laughter, my glare only seemed to fuel his amusement, his shoulders shaking harder as his laughter escalated into cackles and hoots. "Oh man, that look is priceless!" he gasped between chuckles, doubling over in his seat as tears of laughter streamed down his face. My glare intensified, but it was no use, his laughter growing louder and more uncontrollable with each passing moment.

I looked at the watch then at him. He is glaring at me. I bit my lower lip nervously. I don't know what I should do. I quickly went and picked up the watch when he suddenly snatched it away from my hand, angrily. He looked at the watch and hissed with anger in his voice, "You broke my watch!" All I can say was, "Sorry! I'm really really sorry! I didn't do it on purpose!" He continued glaring at me. It seems like he can kill me just by his dreadful glare.

Glara said, looking at Bhuvi uneasily. "What's too much? There's nothing too much. I'm happy to see Gama laugh like this," he replied, looking at Gama, who was choosing new toys with Boy. Glara sighed heavily. "That's not what I meant." "Then what did you mean?"

Jayla "Tyler!" I growl lowly. My eyes turn towards him and I glare at his hand which is raised in the air to throw another chunk of eraser at me. His expression turns into one of a deer caught on headlights once when he sees me looking at him and he grins sheepishly, wearing a mask of innocence. My glare falters at his expression but I maintain my demeanour and keep throwing daggers at him with my eyes.

I looked up, our eyes locked in the mirror. She looked smug. “You like that, don’t you?” she said, using my own words against me. I glared and then smirked, pressing a button on the machine. She yelped at the new speed and angle. The glare she sent my way was nearly lethal as she tried to stay on and keep up.

My eyes burn from being open for too long so I blink a few more times to rid myself of the tears. Alpha Zade’s glare could scorn a person, but it does nothing but make me feel prouder. Seeing that I can get under his skin so well so easily gives me a sick thrill.

Stop causing a scene. I massaged my aching eyes and said to him with a steady voice. "This isn't a scene. I'm calmly telling you that I'm done with you!

She squirmed under his glare, her heart thundering against her rib cage as the severity of the situation sank in. “You wouldn’t.” she murmured in disbelief. He smiled sadistically, his eyes shining in a maniacal glint. His expression that was always blank wasn’t blank anymore and reflected his deranged self. Finally, she got to see the real Shehryaar Ghulari who had her blood curdling with fright. She saw his cold glare give way to so much more—his features morphed, giving way to his anger and rage. She saw something else as well; she saw him reveling in her fear, drawing pleasure from it. “I would. And trust me, you don’t want that because I am capable of doing it.” He warned. His tone icy.