Stealing Glances Novels & Stories

I murmured, more like luring him to talk. Donald sent a cold glare at me. It was indescribable but enough to make one pee on her pant. I shook my head doubtingly and manage to secure my gaze through the window. I did not want to be wavered by it. I have dealt with a lot more cold glares, evil smirks, and mocking laughs all day long in my life. Therefore, a glance like his wouldn't affect me at all!

Did he admire the fullness of my lips, the soft, pink curve that I’d seen his gaze settle on more than once? During our journey, I’d caught his glances, stolen when he thought I wasn’t paying attention, as if he still couldn’t believe I was here with him. Sometimes, his intense, hungry stare would settle on my lips; other times, it wandered lower, tracing the curve of my breasts. And then, there were moments when his gaze lingered on the veins pulsing at my neck, eyes darkening in a way that made my skin tingle with both thrill and caution. Whenever I’d turn, he’d quickly scowl, pretending he was just annoyed at how “slow” I was moving.

POV: Eli Hayes She looks at my mouth. It is a fraction of a second. Less than that, probably. A glance she pulls back from almost immediately, with the specific speed of someone who did not intend to do the thing she just did. Her eyes dart back to the page in front of her as though the words there might somehow undo what her gaze already gave away. But I saw it.

“I’m not staring.” “You are.” “I’m observing.” “That’s a fancy word for staring.” I huff a small breath, crossing my arms tighter. “People are being weird.” “People are always weird.” “Not like this.” She glances around. Then back at me. “Okay, yeah… I’ll give you that.” There it is. Validation I didn’t want. Because it means I’m not imagining it. Because it means this is real. Whispers. Glances. Phones angled just enough to be suspicious.

"Oh, that’s Lara. She is the female commander of the Viola pack. She helped us enter the pack undetected. I kept stealing glances at him. Then there was one time I turned to commit my theft, and he was staring at me. Immediately, I looked away. I have been caught. I waited for a while, and there he was staring at me. He didn’t look away when I did, and I became concerned. I checked my face in the reflection of my phone. I didn’t have lipstick in my teeth. My hair was still in place. When I tried to look at him again, he was staring at me. I shuddered.

My cold, piercing glare locked onto them, as I watched them with strong killing intent. Their faces drained of color, fear flashing in their wide eyes. They clearly hadn’t expected me to suddenly turn my attention towards them so openly but they were the ones stealing weird glance at me which infuriated me. I hated being watched and most of all, I hated being disrespected. "Did I permit you to gawk at me?" My voice was low and calm that it seemed to send shivers down their spines. "Or do you want me to pluck out your eyes since you clearly don’t care what happens to them?"

I gave him my sweetest smile and placed my hands on my knees, rubbing them in slow, tempting circles. I saw the way his eyes dropped to my legs, it was lingering, dark, hungry. I caught the way he swallowed thickly. Someone’s being a secret pervert. Again. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve caught him stealing glances at my body. “I’m here to talk,” he finally said, but it sounded more like a full stop than an opening line. Just those words. Nothing else. Just him... and that stare. Did ten days without me turn him into a mute creep?

“Whoa,” Glen said in amazement as his gaze roamed over Oliver’s shiftless form. Oliver’s icy blue eyes narrowed instantly at the way Glen’s gaze roamed appreciatively over his bare chest. The other man’s obvious appreciation only fueled the fire of jealousy burning in his gut. “Can I help you?” Oliver’s voice was dangerously calm as he stepped forward, positioning himself slightly in front of Harper protectively. His arm wrapped around her waist possessively. Glen’s brown eyes finally snapped up to meet Oliver’s face, taking in the icy blue glare directed at him. A slow smirk spread across his lips as he leaned against the doorframe casually. “Well hello there,” Glen purred appreciatively. “

He looked at me, and for the first time, his composure didn't just slip—it shattered. He didn't move for a long beat. His dark eyes traveled from the crown of my head down the length of the red silk, lingering on the exposed skin of my shoulders. When his gaze finally met mine in the mirror, I saw something raw and predatory flare in the depths of his pupils. "You look..." He trailed off, clearing his throat as he stepped into the room. "You look like the girl who stole four million dollars and made me thank her for it."

Then, he looked up. It wasn't just a look; it was an invitation and a warning wrapped into one. The "Forbidden Glance" hit me like a physical weight. His eyes, usually sharp with a mocking glint, were dark and unreadable. The noise of the hallway—the slamming lockers, the distant whistle from the gym, the chatter—faded into a dull hum. For a heartbeat, the "Bad Boy Athlete" facade slipped, and I saw the exhaustion he tried so hard to hide.