Playful Glare Novels & Stories

I murmured, more like luring him to talk. Donald sent a cold glare at me. It was indescribable but enough to make one pee on her pant. I shook my head doubtingly and manage to secure my gaze through the window. I did not want to be wavered by it. I have dealt with a lot more cold glares, evil smirks, and mocking laughs all day long in my life. Therefore, a glance like his wouldn't affect me at all!

*death glare* "So what do you want!? Why you're doing this to me? and why you're showing these to me?!" "You know that her father is not rich, their business is sinking and if I will withdraw our investment, you know what will happen." he said with a threatening look. *Evil smile* "I know your weakness son, so don't try me. " He added. "Bastard! Leave her alone and I will sign this bullsh*t." "Good! That's all I want." *Chuckles* "I hate you, you're never a father to me." I said in anger but he just laugh.

My anger triggered a laugh with no trace of joy, making them stare at me in surprise. My heart was pounding with rage as I looked at every person in the room with a fierce and piercing glare. “Get. Out!”

I said with a typical slutty glare, keeping him in shape, "I love women that show me I can worship them, just like you." He let out and I chuckled, my hot breath fanned against his face, and he took it in, ready to have that kiss. The door behind me creaked unlocked and the play unfold before Andrea, at first his face twitched into a cynical glare, surprised and oddly betrayed. He tilted his steps backwards and he held pulled me away from his grip on my waist.

I shrug. " You don't need to. Wanna confirm? Then get on the bed and confirm ". She shoots me a more deadlier glare. Geez I'm happy glares don't kill otherwise I'd be a hundred feet below the ground

I have angered the devil, did I really have to open my big mouth to defy him? “What did you just say?” He asks again, making direct eye contact with me. He glared at me, daring me to repeat it. I was squirming so hard at this point, No wonder he was known as a ruthless billionaire, that glare was so brutal it would terrify even the bravest of men.

But this time, something in her gaze was different. Familiar. Thrilled. A wild grin stretched across her lips as she leaned forward slightly and purred, low and eager— “Playtime~”

Coach yelled at me with a certain playfulness in his voice "Yeah! Yeah! Whatever!" I yelled back giving him a death glare He smirked at me "okay! That's enough! Take a five minutes break then we will play a game." We stopped from running and started to go to where our bags are. Barbie and Nica waved at me. Despite panting so hard, I smiled and waved back. I winked at Glaiza but I just received a middle finger in return. I opened my tumbler and slowly drank the water. I smirked when I saw in my peripheral vision, Glaiza's mouth slightly agape while watching me drinking.

“I really don’t want to fight with you right now. Just… be quiet.” She groaned in annoyance, leaning back against the seat, glaring at me as if I’d insulted her entire bloodline. I couldn’t help it—my lips twitched. That glare of hers, the way her nostrils flared when she was angry—it should’ve scared me. Instead, it made me want to laugh. “What’s so funny?” she snapped, catching the smirk in the mirror. “Nothing,” I said, my voice low, teasing. “You just look even more beautiful when you’re mad.”

“Unless your ears fail you, he just did. Get out now.” She shot me a sharp glare, her eyes burning with irritation. Her glare alone could have murdered me on the spot. No doubt I'd be rotting underground by now. Undeterred, I flashed her a playful wink, unable to suppress my amusement. The tables had turned and now it was my turn to laugh, to relish her frustration. If only she knew the depth of my contempt for her. And I'm sure she knows, because I'm not even trying to hide it.