Stealing Glances Novels & Stories

Just as I was about returning my gaze back to the tv, I saw Alpha Damon glanced up from the newspaper in his hand. When he did, his gaze stumble upon meet, for a moment, before returning his gaze back to the newspaper in his hands. My cheek flushed for that one moment, out gaze meet. I quickly removed my eyes away, placing my hand on my chest. Unfortunately, Emily caught those little reactions from me, and she shot a glare at me. I coughed, fully concentrating, my attention to the tv screen, but then again, I can't control myself from still taking few glances at them, as Emily chatter.

I walked to the open bar and requested for a drink. Carefully nursing my champagne, I noticed a lady stealing glances at me from the other end of the table. Tilting my head, I kept my eyes on her making sure to let her know that I'm aware of her constant staring. Sparing me another glance, she dipped her head and whispered something to the ear of the young man backing me. His back stiffened at whatever she said. Turning, his eyes clashed with mine before he quickly scanned the room looking for someone. When he didn't find whoever he was looking for, he visibly relaxed.

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.

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?

"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.

During meetings, where everything was supposed to be strictly professional, we exchanged glances that promised far more. One particular afternoon, I glanced up just in time to see him watching me from across the conference room. There was a mysterious glint in his eye, a promise of something unspoken. I could almost hear the words he left unvoiced as if he were silently pleading with me for another chance.

Looking at her trembling form one could assume her submissive position from afar. His scrutinizing eyes are not helping her either, made her stumble in her steps as she walked towards him. As she stepped closer, her dark brown eyes met with his hazel eyes making her shift uncomfortably. The intensity in his eyes stripped her bare. He didn't need words to terrify her-just a glance. He raised his hand closer to her face making her flinched back. Tilting his head back he chuckled, shaking his head in amusement he took a strand of her hair curling them on his finger.