Stealing Glances Novels & Stories

Giving me those soft, teasing glances like I was his dirty little secret. And God help me—I wanted to be at that moment. I didn't even know how I turned myself into a bitch. Like, I fucking had my eyes fixed on him, stealing the same glances he had on me. Perhaps, I started first and he reciprocated. I tossed my briefcase on the marble console, tugged at my tie as if it were the very thing choking me. I could still see the way his lips parted when he stammered. The glint in his eyes when he tried to act shy. That subtle roll of his hips as he walked out of the elevator like he wasn’t dragging every ounce of my willpower as he moved towards me.

It was an insult to my power, and yet, I couldn't stop looking. I shouldn't pay attention to him, but I couldn't help it. He watched the city blur past the window quietly, his profile sharp in the shifting light. He would occasionally, surreptitiously, check on me. Our eyes met a few times, but I made sure my expression was bored, vacant. Let him think he was the one staring too much, that his furtive glances were what had caught my attention.

She didn’t look at me at first, just slid into the back seat, her perfume curling through the air like smoke. But in the rearview, I caught it, the flicker of her eyes meeting mine for a heartbeat too long. It started small. Those glances. Every morning I’d hold the door open, every night I’d drive her back. And every time, those dark, clever eyes would find mine in the glass. Not enough for anyone else to notice. But enough for me to know it wasn’t an accident. I’ve seen women look at men like that. I’ve had women look at me like that. But not women who wear diamond rings worth more than the car I drive them in. Not women whose husbands have entire networks dedicated to making people disapp

He looks so handsome that I couldn't resist his sight. "Do you think it's appropriate to steal glances at me?"he asked, and I looked away with a flushed face. "I never knew it was bad staring at you,"I muttered, and he smiled. "I never said it was bad. You can stare at me as you want. I'm all yours,"he said, emphasizing on his last statement, and my cheeks turned red. I bite my bottom lips, look away, hiding my flushed cheeks from him even though he's already seen it.

Thankfully they can't see us with their angle. Nevertheless, I can't shake the feeling that I might be one of the unluckiest souls to walk this earth. Because there she was, the slutty Janice, her gaze suddenly shifting toward us with an unsettling confidence. My heart sank as I caught sight of her sly grin, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. She probably feels our stare at her. She leaned closer to my father, whispering something I couldn’t quite make out, her words lost in the air yet heavy with implication. Their body is still slamming each other not bothering that we are watching.

In another vehicle coming at our back, there were other body guards and Simon and Bridget were at our front. Why do I feel I'm being stared at. Like I feel he is stealing glaces at me too. After all, he thinks I'm pretty tonight. I turned to glance at him and our eyes met, immediately we looked away, outside the rolled up window. My heart's beating really fast right now. I took a deep breath as we continue the journey. Crane's POV. I have prepared a lot of surprises for you Amelia, I can't wait to see you tonight. I walked to where Alpha Elliot and his wife was seated and sat with them.

Enough to stir something I was trying too hard to ignore. She would glance up when she thought I wasn’t looking, and I’d catch her. Those fiery eyes softened for a heartbeat before she looked away, pretending to be interested in the unnecessary conversation beside her. I wasn’t any better. I found myself watching her more than I should have — the way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the way her lips curved when she tried not to smile. It wasn’t intentional, but every stolen glance felt like a confession. There was heat in it, unspoken words trapped between us, and a pull I couldn’t seem to fight.

Michelle glared at her and pulls out a watch without scanning. “Bitch really? You thief now?“ she pretended to ask as Scar’s face broke out in a smile.. Seb's eyes narrowed, his anger intensifying. He took a step towards Scar, his voice low and dangerous. “See? There’s officially a thief here”

Yet, deep within his gaze, a flash of glacial intensity flickered. To think someone would dare to steal his glory and claim it as their own? How amusing.

My eyes got stuck like glue to his six-pack abs. "Are you done eye raping me? He smirked. I threw him a glare. Looking at his eyes and only his eyes. "Don't act like you don't like the view" he mocked me. I turned my face blushing and looked out of the window. I didn't dare look directly at him. 'Egoistic arrogant je*k' I muttered.