Playful Glare Novels & Stories

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!

Is he going to apologize now? "What?" I shot back giving him my deadliest glare. If eyes can kill, then he's probably lying down now with all his blood dripping out of his body. That's a strange thought, but I don't care. He chased his breath when he stopped in front of me. I just watched him have his inhale and exhale session. I crossed my arms without taking away my glare at him. He shook his head when he saw it and put his hands on his waist. He looked at me like a joke, but I fought back. Glare fights, this is nothing compared to all the struggles I've won in life.

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.

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!

‘Fuck it, they started it’ Tanya closes her eyes and frowns before opening her eyes, narrowing them, and looking at the men on the other side with a glare and look of provocation on her face. The three men on the other side were startled, they didn’t expect the gentle-looking Tanya to coldly glare at them with a look of provocation on her face. They were pissed when Tanya looks at them like that. At first, their eyes were the only thing that is looking at Tanya with a malicious glare but now seeing Tanya’s glare, their eyes bulge at Tanya while their eyebrows furrowed with their veins pulsing on their neck and forehead. Tanya was satisfied seeing the men’s angry look. She let out a smug befo

"What do you find so funny, huh?” “Just imagining your urge to strangle Maya while comforting her last night.” “And you find it funny?” I hardened my glare on him. His laughter gave me my response. “Don’t laugh.” My warning only made him cackle more. "Elian!" I whined. "Sorry, I can't help it. You just look so cute with your glare." Usually, I would get lost in the sound of his laughter, but this time, my nose flared with anger. "I am—my glare is not cute!"

*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 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.”