Stealing Glances Novels & Stories

I mutter under my breath. “What was that?” he asks, one brow arched. “Nothing,” I say quickly. Tao leans in, lowering his voice. “You sure it’s nothing? Because you keep staring down the table like you’re about to take someone’s throat out. Want me to guess who?” I glance up despite myself. Stevie looks up at the same time, her wild forest green eyes meeting mine across the room. For half a second, the noise fades. My pulse jumps. She looks away first, pretending to focus on Denver’s story again.

If it fails, I won’t just be humiliated, I’ll lose ground I’ve clawed to earn. Halfway through, just as I reach for my glass of water, I feel it again. That gaze. I glance up. Alaric is watching me. Not the slides. Not the numbers. Me. My stomach coils. I force my hand to stay steady as I set the glass down. He’s still staring. Not blinking. Not smiling. Just looking. I glare right back. Shake my head. Lean forward slightly. “Focus on the meeting,” I whisper, cold and low enough for only him to hear.

While she glided effortlessly through the room, schmoozing with celebrities and dignitaries, I kept my head down, staring intently at the intricate patterns on the carpet, wishing I could just turn into air and vanish. However, the heightened senses my awakening had granted me now felt like a cruel instrument of torture. I could not only feel the subtle, lingering glances but even hear the men's Adam's apples bobbing and the accelerating beat of their hearts – each thump filled with the primal hunger of predators locking onto prey. I couldn't help but look up, and my gaze immediately collided with a blatantly undisguised stare. It was a well-dressed man holding a wine glass. He didn't look a

She was holding flowers and looking down at the grave. The photo had been taken three months earlier. Vivian's face went white. The comments rolled too fast to read. [Confirmed. Miller's daughter pretended to be Grace Walker?] [She stole a woman's name, scholarship, and life story, then lived off it for fifty years?] [The real Grace was trapped in that town while Vivian became an artist and philanthropist. I'm sick.] [Three generations stealing: identity, proposals, opportunities.] Henry was sweating harder. The collar of his perfect suit had darkened. He had nothing left to say. Then the doors of the roadshow hall opened again. My mother walked in carrying a black box.

He gently pulled away, I breathed out in relief, the both of us were so focused on the movie cause actually it was good, but then it got to the intimate part of the movie, I was curling my toes at this point wishing there's a way I can disappear from here, the intimacy got heated up and was moving so fast, I decided to steal a glance at Alexandre only for me to see that he was staring right back at me, I quickly turned away immediately, minutes passed and I dare not to stare at him again, the intimate scene was already over and my eyes was back at the TV but why do I still feel like Alexandre is still staring at me, I slowly turned and wanted to steal a glance at him only for me to see him s

He was trying to hide it, but the thin material did nothing to conceal the outline. I looked up at him, pretending I hadn’t noticed. Our eyes met for a second. Stolen glances passed between us — quick, charged, loaded with everything we weren’t saying. My own body was heating up. A familiar warmth pooled low in my belly, and I felt the first hint of slick between my cheeks. I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to keep washing him. My hands moved down his arms, careful around the bandage, then across his chest. His nipples hardened under my touch, and he let out a quiet, barely-there sound.

She's twirling the blade in her hand, so I'm guessing the blade must have caught the afternoon light from the windows and had me saving my eyes from the sharp light. But wait, something seems off with her. At first, I thought she’s just bored. But my eyes keep drifting to her. And every few minutes, she’s always stealing glances at Declan. Every time, she always tries to act like she isn’t doing it. But she is. It keeps happening, and I keep noticing the pattern. Every time Declan speaks, her eyes flick toward him—just briefly—then dart away. The glances are always so quick like she's trying not to let others know what she's doing.

He quickly cleared his throat. “I am in the bathroom.” The other person was about to open when they heard his voice. “Sorry sir I didn’t know it was occupied.” It was one of the junior workers and his voice was shaking from fear. I was relieved my momentum was distu…….. I didn’t finish that as his finger went deep inside. He was not even scared we were almost caught. “How are you calm?” “They are called stolen moments for this reason. The adrenaline, the zeal and anticipation should feel like this.”

His deep eyes caught mine the moment he stood up to introduce himself in class. He got stuck with a desk in the back corner. On his way there, he tripped at least seven times. One evening, as I got to school, I saw a bunch of kids rushing toward the alley out back. Lucy Thompson, my classmate, out of breath, stopped me and said, "Isabella, they're saying the new guy is getting the tar beaten out of him in the alley. Let's go check it out." She pulled me along to the alley, and right as we got there, I heard someone shout, "You think you can steal my girl, you bastard?"

I think he noticed that I zone out a little bit. We ordered our food and dug in. We had a very good conversation while having and I was able to notice a few small things. He had a dimple showing everytime he smiled. He stole glances of everytime I wasn't looking at him and pretended like he wasn't once I caught him. **