Playful Glare Novels & Stories

My eyes narrowed, a glare forming as I tried to maintain my composure. “Roman,” I warned, my voice firm, “stop.” He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through the room. “Oh, come on. Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy it. I can see that flicker in your eyes,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “You like the attention.” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest defensively. “I’m not some conquest for you to entertain yourself with,” I retorted, my glare intensifying.

She said, holding an awkward smile on her face. "You will feel better if you have some salad." He said, holding a tint of teasing in his voice. Rory glared at him, cursing him under her breath. However, because of the teasing, a layer of dense color stained the corner of her eyes and her eyebrows and the faint vapor. Condensed in her pupils, turning this glance from an angry stare to a dark autumnal glance. His index finger followed the slit of the point and scraped lightly with his fingertip as if rubbing against the tiny nub of panty that protruded slightly.

My nose scrunched up in disgust and I glared at him through the rearview mirror. He tried to make a quick turn and his eyes locked with mine through the mirror. “Don't give me that look,” he rolled his eyes. “Well, it's not my fault I can't hold back my facial expression when I'm disgusted,” I bit back and mentally patted myself on the back for the snarky comeback because the glare on his face told me I had hit him right where I wanted him. Call me petty, I don't care. “You….”

The irritation in his eyes was gone and I just stared at him as he gave a breathtaking smile to my parents. Then his eyes landed on Olivia. He looked at her for a moment, frowned a bit until his eyes fluttered to meet my wide eyes. And then in a picosecond, his charming smile dropped and his lips pressed in a straight line. His eyes hardened and they openly glared at me causing me to shrink back a little in fear. Nobody's gaze, or rather glare had ever intimidated me so much. He looked extremely scary when he glared at me like that. It was like he was trying very hard to send me six feet under with his glare.

When our eyes met, he glared at me again, clearly displeased to find me there, and I returned the glare. I had been hired to play a role, not to be belittled by anyone. Ignoring his hostile gaze, I pushed past him without so much as a smile or a greeting. “Son of a bitch,” I muttered under my breath, knowing full well that he heard me, but I didn’t care.

he glared I glared back "I'm not leaving here without the necklace!"I declared fuming in anger "Neither am I"he said calmly "Please do calm down"The attendant said to us calmly "we have exactly this type of necklace but with a yellow pendant" "I want this"We both yelled The attendant flinch We glared at each other "Then...what about sharing...."Before she could finish,We scream at her "NO"I roar "Definitely not,I hate sharing" The attendant look at us helplessly

Knowing this usually snaps him out of it. As soon as I release his ear, he turns to glare at me. Deciding to play with him, I glare back and it took everything in me not to laugh when he growled at me. Instead, I narrowed my eyes even more and pushed a small growl out. This only seemed to antagonize him, he turned in my lap and squared his shoulders at me, giving me the best glare then growled as fiercely as he could at me. That unfortunately was the end of my resolve and I broke down laughing. My hands wrapped around him and pulled Noah against me as I laughed. This only puzzled him, I could feel his confusion as I hugged him.

I glared at Lucas while he pulled me out of the room by the hair, my eyes burning with hate, my fists clenched so tight my nails cut into my palms. His gray eyes glinted back, sharp and mocking, like he was enjoying my anger. The air outside the house was thick with blood and distant cry, the ground slick with mud. My barefoot stuck in it, the cold seeping through. “Keep turning me on with that glare, and I’ll drag you to my pack now and fuck you till you’re sour,” he said, voice low, a smirk curling his lips.

That necklace was a trap, a setup so Nicole could steal everything that was supposed to be mine. That lying, manipulative jerk! My eyes burned, tears threatening, but I held them back. Ivor clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Don't cry. I've got a way to fix this mess."

His gaze finds mine with the precision of a heat-seeking missile. It is not the controlled neutrality he's worn like armor for weeks. It is not the almost-expression I have been collecting and cataloguing since Blue State, those micro-movements I've learned to read like a private language. It is a glare. Cold and direct, carrying everything that has not been said in a corridor or a courtyard or a midnight walk across frosted cobblestones. The weight of unspoken words hangs between us, heavy enough to crush. His hazel eyes have gone dark, the green flecks swallowed by something harder.