Playful Glare Novels & Stories

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….”

He weakly lifted his heavily bloodshot, tearing eyes to look entirely at her flawless, deeply ruthless face. "No," Aryan wheezed brokenly, a terrifying, raw smile of pure, unadulterated defiance violently cracking his heavily blistered, actively bleeding lips. "Turn... it... completely... up." Kiara’s dark, merciless eyes aggressively narrowed into a deeply terrifying, absolute glare of pure, unfiltered venom.

The man first look confused but when he noticed murderous intent blazing in the gangster's eyes, his face paled. "Get.away.from.my.wife," he gritted out the word again. A last warning. His glare hard and ruthless on the man. Nickaulas had a intimidating personality and when coupled with his infamous glare, he would give an impression of grimreaper himself. The man slid away from Angela on instinct. But unlike he had hoped Nick didn't ease on his glare. "Stop glaring at him," Angela intervened. She very well knew how it felt like to be at the receiving end of his glares. It pretty much felt like you are about die. She had many times felt he would rip her soul right out of her eyes solely with

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.

She had run away with Gladdy. His beast growled. His eyes glowed a bright orange as his irises dilated into dark slits. Steam rose from his back. He breathed deeply, clouds of smoke puffing from his flaring nostrils and from the corners of his lips. Cracks ran down from the blades of his back, making him groan. Energy coursed throughout his body, burning him from the inside. More shards formed right outside the window. Niquel smirked.

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.

“You little-” Freya glared at him, eyes gleaming like a wolf’s in the dark. “Don't f*cking touch me!" She spat, wiping her lips roughly as if his mere touch disgusted her. His jaw clenched, but he remained stoic, glaring at her with a bleeding lip. For a moment, they stood there, breathing hard and glaring in vicious hatred. The storm between them was no longer just brewing; it was alive. And far from over.

Skylar’s mouth opened and closed, her voice stuck in her throat. “You- ” I smirked. “Relax. I was just teasing you.” The tension in her shoulders melted instantly, replaced by an exasperated glare. “You-” I laughed lightly, enjoying her flustered expression far too much. She groaned, covering her face with her hands for a second before sighing in frustration. “That was not funny.” “It was a little funny.” She shot me another glare, but I could see the way she was biting back a smile.

The silence stretched, taut and heavy, a battlefield where only our wills clashed. As we began a standoff that felt like forever, it happened. A subtle shift. It wasn't a softening of his gaze, not exactly. His glare was still as intense, but there was a flicker, a subtle disturbance in the glacial surface. It was as if something deep within him recognized the unyielding nature of my stance. He saw that I was not budging.