Sasuke Staring Novels & Stories

She squeezed her eyes shut for a second before hesitantly looking up. And there he was. Kane Shawn. Leaning against her booth like he belonged there, staring at her with that ridiculously gorgeous face. His hoodie was still up, casting a shadow over his sharp features, but those eyes—light blue, glowing under the dim lights—locked onto her like she was the only thing in the room. Kill. Me. Now. "I—I—" she started, still rubbing her head, her brain scrambling for something normal to say. "You okay?" he asked, his voice dipping with concern as he made a move to come around the counter.

“Rey…” Turning his head to the side, he could see in the corner of his eye Brendan strolling out of the exit. He snarled at the sight of him but looked back at Suki, trying to hold back his pain, but it lingered in his eyes, “Did you both…?”

Her eyes met Tarzan’s, and his expression hardened instantly into something cold and intimidating. The look could have frozen lava. She nearly jumped in her seat and quickly looked away. *Why is he staring at me like that?* she thought, rattled. *I wasn’t even doing anything. He looks like a jealous boyfriend who caught someone flirting with his girl… I’m not a lesbian. I just wanted his attention.* For the next several seconds, Sakura genuinely began questioning her own appeal. When Tarzan finally released Lena, she was breathing harder with her cheeks burned, and her lips felt deliciously plump and warm.

Two men tumbled out of a sliding door on the far side, awkward in the way people are when they used to be good at a thing and haven’t been shot at in a while. “Two more at ten o’clock,” Lisa announced. “Bench sitters standing.” Jack moved before the thought finished forming. He wasn’t running at Turner. He was running at the space between Turner and the worst place she could go if she panicked. “ASIO,” he said, low and level as he reached her. “Susan. Look at me.” She looked. What she saw in his face made her not bolt. That was all the physics he needed. Behind him, Luke didn’t look like a man drawing a gun; he looked like a man deciding not to. His hands were empty and his stance was wrong