Stealing Glances Mga Nobela at Kwento

I tore my gaze away, burying my face in the file in front of me as though it held the answers to the universe. As though I hadn’t just been caught staring. As though nothing had happened. But it had. Because even without looking up again, I knew. He had seen me. And worse I had seen him. And in that single, stolen glance, something had shifted. Something complicated. Something dangerous. Something I wasn’t ready for. And definitely… something I couldn’t stop.

The fair-haired woman with the sharp bob in front of me couldn’t stop sneaking glances at Hunter. Her gaze flitted toward us again, lingering just a little too long. I shot her a pointed scowl, and she quickly cleared her throat, turning away in feigned disinterest.

EMMA'S POV Loving and deadly stares. Stares that eat up the soul but does not consume. Glances that make the butterflies in my belly flutter furiously. These are the words to explain how his brown pupils stare at me every time we get a chance to talk or seat side by side.

Instead, it felt like I had accidentally walked onto a stage. People kept looking. Not staring outright. Just those quick little glances people make when they think you’re not paying attention. Then whispers. Then more glances. Then somebody actually pointed. My stomach immediately dropped. “Nope.” Lila looked up from her phone. “What?” “Nope.” She followed my gaze toward a group of girls standing near the entrance. The second they noticed us looking, they turned away. Too late. I had already seen them. Lila sighed. “Oh.” “Oh?”

Predatory and foul. Then one of them stepped just far enough into the weak spill of light from the warehouse opening and I caught it. Not clearly. Not brightly. Just a faint wrong glimmer in the eyes when he turned his head. A muted gold that seemed to catch and hold where ordinary eyes would only reflect it and lose it. I stared harder, my breath catching without permission. “Did you see that?” I whispered. “What?” “His eyes.” Jenny squinted, leaning slightly toward me. “That’s just the light, isn’t it?”

Before I sat, I stole a glance at him, brief enough to catch his eyes raking up and down my body, taking in my true glory. My heart flipped due to the look in his eyes. I was expecting the raw hunger I saw in other men, but all I saw was pure admiration. He then smiled, shook his head, and went back to work. Since I saw that last part from the corner of my eyes, I averted my eyes to the computer on my desk, face contouring into an expression of bewilderment. That's a first. Autumn's standpoint

Agad akong tumakbo papunta sa isang room at mula sa glass window ay nakita ko siyang nakayuko at umiiyak. “Ada!” sigaw ko. Agad siyang nag angat ng tingin. Nakita ko kung gaano kamugto ang kanyang mga mata. Kita ko ang pagod at takot. Mas lalo siyang umiyak. Sinubukan niyang tumayo pero agad ring nabalik sap ag upo dulot marahil ng panghihina. “Sir, ayaw mabuksan ang p***o.” “Tabi!”

Every stolen glance, every subtle touch of our arms brushing against each other – it was a dance of emotions that I was eager to learn. As the minutes ticked by, I mustered the courage to look at Arcane. Our eyes met, and a knowing smile passed between us, a shared understanding that went beyond the confines of the classroom. It was as if our hearts were speaking a language only we could understand, a language of unspoken promises and whispered dreams.

“You do not miss much, do you?” “Never,” he said. His eyes lingered on me in a way that made it impossible to look away. We drifted into conversation, subtle, effortless. Flirting hidden beneath words that could pass as casual if anyone was watching. My pulse raced every time he leaned slightly closer, every time his hand brushed mine on a glass of champagne. I could not look away. Not really. I wanted to. I had to. But the thrill of being noticed, of being desired without expectation was addictive.

| Hollis | She studied the selfie being shoved in front of her face carefully and let out a quiet scoff. For lack of a better word, Hollis would've called Zette a Peacock. That flashy, attention grabbing type who made everyone's heads turn wherever they went. She had the feeling Whitney's EX could care less if it was good or bad attention, as long as she got the attention. That's what this stunt must be about. Even if that's all it was, the whole thing left a bad taste in Hollis' mouth. She wasn't used to the bitter sting of jealousy, which came swiftly in the form of Criszette Swearengen. Whitney seemed physically shaken up by the random text, and it left Hollis feeling like she was wading