She Keeps Staring At Me Novels & Stories

She started to say. "Are you scared?" I asked her tauntingly. "No I'm not." She glared at me. "So then you're saying you don't want to take me as your student? I thought you agreed.." I teased again. "Yeah, I said..I mean...I'll take you on as my student and..." She stared past my head, what is she staring at?. Then I realised her mouth was slightly opened. Wait! Is she drooling? About what? Oh I get it...

I stare at her and she stares straight back at me, not blinking. "What?" I gasp in shock horror, "are you crazy?!" But she just smiles her wicked, devilish smile at me, "You heard me, shift."

I can’t help but hope. Then, without warning, she skids to a stop three feet away. My heart stops too. She’s just standing there staring at me. Her eyes sweep from my feet, slowly up until her eyes meet mine. I can’t quite tell if she’s checking me out, or if she’s inspecting me for injuries.

'' She repeats the same question—leaning forward, trying to make me look away but I lean in and she quickly lean back; smirking. ''I'm looking at my wife, there's nothing wrong with that.'' I shrug, taking a sip of my drink while peeking through the glass to watch her reaction. She seems to swallow before clearing her throat. Bet she feels awkward hearing me say that. ''You're staring.'' She says, stubbornly. ''I'm looking.'' I reply. ''Staring!'' ''I'm—''

she kept on besting his ribs and face. I slowly got up and walked closer to them on the floor. "Vee.. baby... baby.. baby.. stooooop.. baby please.. stooop.. baby.. baby.. don't kill him you'll go to jail... baby.. stooooooooo" I screamed and she finally stopped. I was now kneeling on the floor. She stood like that for a while but then turned to look at me. My body flinched the moment our eyes met. They were a bit dark and she looked fucken mad.

It wasn’t often I got to see her in just a robe. Sometimes she’d change in the toilet, or at the very least, make sure the door was locked and I was behind it. But lately—lately she’d become pretty bold. “Are you just going to keep staring at me like that?” She still hadn’t looked my way, eyes concentrated on the phone in her lap as she skillfully wrung the towel through her wet hair. “Who says I am?” I shot back. “Oh I don’t know,” She shrugged. “The holes you’ve basically burned into the side of my head pretty much indicated that you’ve been staring for quite some time now.”

Sure enough, she shifts again, and I feel her body tense slightly as her lashes flutter open. She tries to blink past the light, squinting. Then she flinches and squeezes her eyes shut again. It takes a minute before she tries again, turning slowly to peek in my direction. I keep my eyes closed. Not ready to deal with whatever this moment could become. Not ready for the questions her face might be holding. But I feel her gaze. Not fleeting. Not shy. She's staring. Probably dissecting me like a damn psychology project. I wait. She's still staring.

Eventually, she looked up, meeting my gaze. She paused mid-bite, her spoon inches from her lips. “What?” she raised her eyebrows, her stare intense and filled with curiosity. I didn’t say anything at first. I simply stared at her, lost in how peaceful she felt to my soul. “Yeah, I know. I get alot of stares from men, but yours creeeps me out.“ She grumbled, returning back to eating peacefully and I snapped out of my I shouldn't be staring at her in such way. In such way that weakness a man's heart. Not while I had tons of messy shit to handle.

she shakes her head and puts her arms akimbo again while staring at me, "you have been staring at my ass haven't you?" "Yes. Guilty as charged," I confess. To my surprise, she laughs with a shake of her head. "Do you like what you see?" She wiggles her eyebrows. "Come closer," I pat my thighs, "let me show you how much I appreciate you," I lick my bottom lip. She stares at me for a moment, contemplating. "Will you stay with me the whole day?" She asks. "Baby, I'm always here for you when you need me. I'm with you in this," I get up slowly to walk to her.

Her face looks like she doesn't want to be here anymore and wants to get away from this kind of questioning. She looked at me when she thought I was staring at her the whole time, and she fought my stare sharply and fiercely. She asked calmly, but with a threat in her voice, "Why are you staring at me like that?" "You're staring right at me." I answered without a moment's hesitation. "No, it's you who's staring at me with a sharp look!" her angry voice shrieked. "Oh, sure." I smiled at her sweetly, and she let out a heavy sigh.