Stares Daggers Novels & Stories

He was wearing a dark shirt now, his expression as stern as ever. His eyes moved first to his grandmother. “Mama, you're finally awake.” The old woman’s face softens immediately. “Are you happy about it?” “Why will I not be happy, Mama?” “Since you want to kill me yourself,” she retorted. Lewis stands frozen beside the bed, praying that Derek doesn't notice him. As if his prayers are answered in the opposite way, Derek gaze lands directly on him and his expression becomes hard. Lewis swallows repeatedly as his chance to speak vanishes right in front of him.

*flashback* “Yo, Trig, what the fuck are you doing?” Trigger and I hear the door to the side of the building slam shut and turn our heads in the direction of the sound, seeing an angry B storming towards us. When I hear his deep growl, I flinch and move backward. I flick the ash from the cherry of my cigarette before placing it between my red, full lips and sucking as he watches hungrily. Goosebumps prickle all over my body as a chill runs down my spine, causing me to shudder. A seductive, devilish grin appears on his face as he takes my notice of the sight of him in his fucking underwear. Despite his desire to entertain this scenario, he shifts his hungry gaze from me to Trigger, giving him

with that he staggered off, his jacket ripped in many places. I glanced back at Arian and he was looking back at me, eyes shining. His face went out of focus for a second “I will not faint, I will not faint…” I started the mantra in my head, but it didn’t stop the oblivion from taking me anyway.

His red eyes, glaring at her, glowed with so much hate that it was almost tangible, and his lips were pulled into a nasty scowl. “I dare you. I dare you to say that again.” He forged a dagger and held it to her throat. The blade pressed her skin, drawing blood. Layla didn’t flinch. She stared at him with a proud smirk on her lips and her face full of amusement. “You. Are. Weak.”

I looked between him and the mad man who had once again come to destroy my happiness. Something caught my eye, my mouth falling open as a dagger sparkled under moonlight. He clutched it behind them, the silver clear as water from where I stood. I tapped Levi softly, gesturing to the dagger silently. He nodded slowly, wincing as he positioned himself between me and my father. Time seemed to slow to a stand still as my father scowled at us, lunging at us with the dagger. Levi ran forward, sending a weak punch to his temple.

CORA The metal of the daggers felt cold against my palms as I watched the man I loved walk away. He didn't look back, just barked a series of jagged orders to Cade and a handful of guards, leaving me standing in the center of a fortress that suddenly felt like a cage. The first wave of rogues hit us, and they didn't come with a formal challenge or a roar, they just lunged from the corners of the stone pillars with bared teeth and eyes that promised nothing but a slow death.

Add it again. David got up from his seat. Letting out a harsh sigh and venting his frustration by punching the air. Standing on his hips and staring at Sisca with a sharp gaze. "Why are you so stupid?" David raised his tone. "Why do you say that? Aren't you thinking ahead? "

Powerful. “You’ll do,” he said evenly. Gabriel yanked her toward the door. The asymmetrical straps of her silver dress hung unevenly on her shoulders, apparently threatening to fall at any moment to reveal her amazing breasts. He knew it was only a cunning artifice of design, but as they walked towards the guests, and he heard the sound of her six-inch-high silver stiletto heels beside him, Gabriel watched men get whiplash from turning their heads to gawk at her.

“To be honest, I have seen a lot of fools over the years, but I must say that you take the cake!” Fane scoffed and winked at Nash, who then nodded and quickly hid behind a thick tree. Robin and the other three would be suspicious if anyone other than Nash did that but they ignored him since he was the weakest of them all. To them, those in the final stage of acquired level were like ants that could easily be killed with a stomp. Fane took a step forward and stretched out his hand to take out ten gray-black daggers from the Mustard Seed Spirit Ship. These ten gray-black daggers floated in front of him and were radiating a gray-black glow.

Seemed like metal. A dagger!