Stealing Glances Novels & Stories

Jane I look up and meet his fierce gaze. The warrior’s eyes are filled with a murderous intensity that sends fear coursing through me. Despite my trembling heart, I try to maintain my composure. Thoughts of escape race through my mind, but I remain rooted to the spot, unable to move. His piercing stare seems to suffocate me, making it difficult to draw a breath. Once more, he glares at me with a look that could kill. I understand that he is only trying to intimidate me, but in that moment, I am unfazed.

I was engrossed in the task at hand, carefully slicing the steak, each movement precise and deliberate. Then, a prickling sensation on the back of my neck, a subtle shift in the atmosphere, made me pause. I felt it, a gaze upon me, an unseen presence. Slowly, I lifted my head, my eyes scanning our table. My gaze drifted across, and there was Jared. The moment our gazes locked, a slow smile spread across his face, transforming his expression from studious to mischievous.

And then the room shifted. Low murmur spreading like a ripple, a shiver through the crowd. People whispered, a glance exchanged, a tilt of the head here and there, and instantly I scanned the room. I forced the smile to hold, the speech to continue, but the second my eyes landed… there was Festus

I was trying my best to subdue the anger in me because if I let it out, I would rip throats so I recalled the sweet moments of today. I recalled those stolen glances. Every time she believes I’m not looking, her eyes drift to me like iron filings to a magnet,her gaze wandered up to the VIP section,to me. Then darting away the instant she realized I was already watching. Fucking adorable. The way her lips part just slightly when she catches herself. The faint flush that climbs her throat. She has no idea how transparent she is. How every nervous little look screams want, even while her mind scrambles for excuses.

The hotel lounge echoed with music . The rich and powerful faces sat on their designated tables . Catalina ,scanned the area searching for the minister . After nearly 30 minutes, she found the bald man shaking hands with the detective in chief . She held a glass of wine in her hands and seductively walked around him. Her dress reached above her thighs with too much cleavage on view. Men of every age gazed at her with lust, but her eyes focused on the one and he stared back at her after checking her out.

The faint scent of popcorn lingers, a reminder of our shared snack. As I steal a glance at him through my long lashes, his captivating gaze meets mine. His chiselled features and piercing eyes make my heart skip a beat. Though he appears engrossed in the movie, I can sense his lingering gaze fixed upon me. A surge of anticipation courses through me as I contemplate a daring move. “Just do it, Renna,” I whisper to myself, my voice barely audible amidst the cinematic soundtrack.

My eyes then trailed lower, discarding the antsy feeling I got from looking at a naked torso and continued observing every cut and scar on his body. Finally, after scanning for quite a while, I saw something worth looking at. The way he was standing was unbalanced. He kept on shifting his feet, like he was trying to keep his weight on one foot. He seemed to do so mindlessly, like a man riding a bike. I knew then that I hit a jackpot. It was a quick win, I knew I could swipe at his foot easily but I wasn’t heartless. I promised myself that unless it was a pressing moment, I wouldn’t stoop that low. If I saw it right, then it appeared to be his knee cap, probably kicked from previous fights.

Her intention is to be able to look at him a little more, covertly, and not seem like a stalker in the process. A pair of blue eyes peek over his copy of the Los Angeles Times. The man can not prevent a smile from his lips, seeing beautiful female legs crossed in front of him. In a matter of seconds he scans the whole panorama. Young woman, in her twenties. The way of looking at her is so subtle, that she does not notice that he is seeing her, or rather, detailing her. The lady in front of him licks her lips with her tongue and scrutinizes him from head to toe.

Enrique followed quickly and this time didn't really make a show of not hiding the fact that he was ogling her. She had to admit, the thought of someone else looking at Duncan's property, as she was, was a major turn on. Her panties were getting wet and squishy from all these waiters and busboys that kept passing by. She liked that they were enjoying looking at her; that they wanted her but they couldn't have her.

She felt her stupid heart flutter as the light caught his ebony curls, turning it to burnished gold, his green orbs twinkling with delight as he practically charmed the socks of his latest prey. Suddenly, as if feeling her gaze on him, his eyes snapped to hers, their gazes meeting. Marco Vitale's gorgeous eyes, usually alight with cunning, darkened with genuine hunger as he caught sight of her. He bit his lip and immediately flame licked down her spine. Dismissing his quarry like a child would their toy, he moved through the throng of guests – politicians, businessmen, and the shadowed figures that comprised their world – with a predator's grace, his focus solely on her.