Stealing Glances Novels & Stories

And no other man, including Mazov couldn't touch her. It was eight in the evening when Mazov walked in his room. She was sitting on his bed with her head rested on her knees. He sat beside her and pulled out a photo from his pocket. " Your last test is to steal the pen drive from this man. " He told giving the photo to her. " Isn't he Mr. Rodriguez? Our Health minister.. " Catalina asked surprised. " No, he is a thief for me. With this, I will check your persuasion skills and presence of mind. He will be in Hotel Dalefess. Is it okay ,kitty? " Catalina nodded. She hid her smile forming on her lips. The task was so easy.

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.

Stella can see his eyes were red as if he would kill her that instant with his cold gaze on her but, he smiled. She held the blanket near her body since taking his hard cold glare was difficult. That were the same pair of eyes that had smiled at her few hours ago. That were the same eyes that had winked at her and intently beheld her eyes for an affectionate eye lock. Stella loved to see him staring her albeit, for nor, she just wished if she could hide herself somewhere as his gaze was burning her skin.

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 thought had sneered loudly against her ear and she needed to confirm if she said such nasty words out to his hearing. “You know you can stare at me for as long as you want to, right?” His face was glued to the road as his deep tone sliced through the air, sending a slit of embarrassment across her face, She clutched onto her purse wondering how he noticed her soft glimpse when he wasn't even staring at her. Drystan’s gaze moved from the road to the side of her cheeks. “You do not have to steal glances from what is yours.” The words strucked a blow at Rosealba’s ear and the smile on her face softened into the air.

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.

In those stolen touches, they found solace, a connection that was unspoken yet profoundly felt. And then there were the stolen kisses, moments of vulnerability and desire that they couldn't resist. Their lips would meet in secret, and in those stolen kisses, the world around them would fade away. The taste of each other, the warmth of their breath mingling, it was a stolen indulgence that kept their souls alive amidst the chaos of their lives.

“If you two are done marking territory, there’s a storm coming. You’d better move.” I let Lyla go, but not before one last, lingering look. She grins, fierce and bright and alive. I turn for the woods, every cell in my body screaming to stay, but the Rogue, the safety of my pack, is bigger than either of us. I melt into the shadows, the taste of her skin still on my tongue, and run until the cabin is nothing but a memory behind me. Tracking in the Veil is more art than science. Every scent lingers, every print is softened by moss and shadow, every snap of a twig could be wind, prey, or something hunting you. I run silent, letting instinct do the work.

Does he feel bothered walking alongside of me? She stole a glance in his direction while they got in line, yet he maintained focus on the array of food displayed before him. Her eyes trailed down to his forearms as he pushed up his sleeves, revealing a tattoo she hadn't seen before on him. It was intricate and looked fairly new as the black ink still shimmered vibrantly in the light. He glanced over, catching her staring and smiles.

NEW STORY , DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE A REVIEW AND COMMENT. ENJOY...... Nico sat cross-legged on my bed, sipping what was left of the beer, watching me shuffle around the room picking up trash. Her skirt had ridden up a bit exposing more of her thighs. I pretended not to notice and concentrated on stacking discarded plastic cups and tossing them in the wastebasket. I finally got to my bookshelf and was, at last, able to reshuffle the textbooks into the correct order. The urge to touch them seven times almost overwhelmed me but I fought it successfully. Only crazy people touch things like that. When I looked at her I saw she had a curious expression on her face.