Stealing Glances Novels & Stories

I lied trying not to make myself obvious. As usual, I was mesmerized by Tyler's beauty, and he caught me staring at him again. His expressive gray eyes shimmered with curiosity and a hint of amusement as he caught my gaze. A faint blush crept across my cheeks, betraying my embarrassment, but Tyler seemed unfazed by my accidental ogling.

(Gabriel) I grip the steering wheel tighter, keeping my eyes on the road, but it’s useless. My gaze keeps drifting to the passenger seat. Gloria’s legs are crossed, her dress riding up just enough to test my patience. She’s leaned back, one arm resting on the door, her head tilted slightly as she stares out the window. The city lights flicker across her face, making her look almost unreal. She catches me looking, and a slow smile spreads across her lips.

Zayn glanced at me, but he avoided my gaze, unable to look me in the eye. I took a deep breath and stepped into the ward. “Ms. Rivers, please don’t blame Zayn.” Whitney leaned weakly against the headboard. Her face was pale. “I asked him to bring you here. There are some things we need to talk about.” I pressed my lips together and said nothing. Zayn sat down beside me and held my hand. His face showed a trace of guilt. His lips parted as though he wanted to speak, yet he could not say a word until a moment later.

Gwyneth's eyes were bright, crinkling at the corners. She'd never smiled like this at Graham before. Or rather, she had smiled at him this way, but he had never paid any attention to her before. Leanna came out of the kitchen and saw him staring at his phone. She leaned over to take a look. "Oh, the post on Gwyn's Instagram? She looks really good in that coat, doesn't she?" Graham locked his screen and put it on the table. "Yeah."

I greet lamely, and uncertainly. He steps back a little and looks me up and down very, very slowly. Going from my head, to my feet, then back up to my head again. I squirm a little under the intensity of his stare. Geez could he be any more obvious with it? I clear my throat and look up at him.

I grabbed my notebook and started working on it, I like writing better than just sitting here doing nothing. Suddenly, Anthony appeared. I knew I'll meet him here. I kept glaring at him, he avoided looking at me. What a jerk!! He's the reason i got this detention. He took a seat and grabbed a copybook, he started writing something on it. Maybe drawing. Out of sudden, he closed his eyes and closed his copybook ,he turned his head towards me, he shot me a deadly glare, saying 'you’re such a stalker'. Oh my god. "i didn't...mean...i" yes i was stealing looks at what he was doing.

The kind that shows up quietly, stands in the way, and never asks for credit. *** I cannot help it. My eyes roll before I even decide to do it. Lucas and Caleb are doing that thing again. The silent staring. The quick looks that pretend to be casual. Lucas’s jaw tightens, then relaxes. Caleb’s mouth twitches like he is holding back a grin. They look like two boys who stole something and are now arguing over who has to admit it. And I know. Of course I know. Lucas shoots Caleb a look, sharp and warning, then flicks his eyes toward me in a way that is meant to be subtle. It is not. Not to someone who has spent her life reading rooms and people to survive.

He had his eyes settled on me not saying a word, I looked back at him in annoyance at the entire situation, my eyes had narrowed slightly before glancing at his face only to find he was already looking at me. T hat was how the glaring occurred—i would have called it accidental if it didn't have so much expression in it as well. But I could hardly convey that to the man, why I was there alt least without having myself come off condescending, so I just . . . went with the glare and hoped it was enough. His gaze had hardened a flicker, it showed the excitement in his heart that he tried so much to hide. It was only a second of heavy eye contact, that we were having and he returned his atte

greed? Thea it that surrounded him was heavy with unspoken authority that turned heads. He was at the end of the room with a pointer fixed on the presentation screen, he was already running his pitch despite it not being his chance yet. A frown made its way on my face as I matched towards him. I could allow anything but stealing my chance wasn't part of things I could or would overlook. As I moved into the front part of the room, I felt the weight of a series of gazes lingering on my body. I received a series of disdainful glances and soft taunting comments.

He glanced back over his shoulder, and our eyes locked for half a second. That smirk. Lips curled like he’d just won some private game. That arrogant bastard.