Novel & Cerita Stealing Glances

She had golden skin, wide brown eyes that darted quickly to the floor, and a voice that didn’t quite match the confidence of her steps. “Where do you want them?” the tallest one asked, a little too loud. I stepped aside and gestured silently. “Over by the pantry, please.” They nodded and filed in, setting things up with careful hands. But it wasn’t the way they moved that made me freeze. It was how their eyes flicked toward me when they thought I wasn’t looking. How their mouths formed quick whispers behind polite smiles. “She doesn’t even look like a rogue,” one muttered under her breath.

She hadn't even glanced at me once during the duration. She kept glancing around us as if she was worried someone would hear us or recognize her. I knew she was trying to keep up an act because every time I saw her glance around I felt my heart skip a beat. “What?” She asked when she caught me staring. But I did something foolish instead, I leaned in closely against the table, and I could smell her hot breath as it fanned over my cheek. “Tell me” I dared her. She froze under my gaze, she took in a sharp intake of air and looked down at my lips. It happened so fast that I would have sworn that I imagined it.

So of course, we have a lot to say to each other. Getting so consumed up in our conversation that I haven’t realised that the rest around us are watching us. Watching wouldn’t be the exact word to describe it. More like side glancing. But they aren’t glancing at us. They are glancing at just one among us. Slowly but surely, we all fall silent, sensing the tension in the atmosphere. I watch as Joy ad Lucy glance at our direction. But they don’t just glance, they stare. And that gives me the chance to trace their eyes to their target.

With his head bent, he walked past me and went round the room as if he was doing some inspection or something. When he was done, he came backhand stood in front of me, fixing his eyes on me, glaring at me. I couldn’t see him clearly, but it seems like he is holding a hidden camera in his hand and he’s glaring daggers at me for no reason at all. I could not see him, my eyes are blurred with the feeling of lust. Although I couldn’t see him well, I could tell they the moment he went around the room and came back to me, his shyness disappeared completely. He wasn’t looking at the floor anymore, he’s looking right back at me.

She stole a glance at him, the sight of him makes the flames in her body increase, her heart soaring and her body singing of hatred and disgust for him. She glared at him hatefully as she watched him get up from the bed and walked gracefully to his wardrobe. Her breasts arced from his long suck but it only made her want to cry. His eyes caught her stealing glances at him, no need to pretend she wasn't staring at him, he already caught her so she just lowered her head. "I might be out of the country for a while, but that doesn't mean that o am not watching you. Don't try something stupid, because I'm all over you and you can't escape me" he told her, simply.

He found it weird but never paid a lot of attention to it. When he lifted his head to glance at Stewart, he flinched when he saw his eyes. “Ah!” he exclaimed, startled. He held his chest and struggled to control his unstable breaths. Stewart glared at him with daggers jumping out of his eyes. If looks could kill, he would have been buried or cremated at that moment.

I doubted they ever stopped shining. His gaze swept over me, lingering, taking in every detail like I was a sight he had been waiting to see. And there was that unmistakable glint in his eyes. A flicker of satisfaction, a silent nod of approval. It was the kind of look that said, ‘Yeah, that’s my girl.’ A quiet claim, a smug acknowledgment that no matter how much I pushed, no matter how much I pretended, we both knew exactly what I was to him.

Jasmine’s POV I saw Glenn from the dude of my eyes through the clinic’s glass door before he saw me noticing him. He was leaning against the opposite wall across the narrow street, hands in his pockets, watching me work. He wasn’t passing by, wasn’t waiting for someone else, just watching me specifically. My stomach tightened. I registered the threat before I registered recognition, then both hit at the same time and neither one canceled the other out.

I conclude. I heave and smile in relief. We exchange glances. Rowan and I. We both exchange glaring and love exempted glances. Glances habouring every imagined negative emotions and hatred between ourselves. Glances extremely powerful to kneel any pack member and force deeply hidden truth off their once reluctant and hardened heart. Such glance do we currently share. He sigh deeply. I smile. He certainly gets my narration. His expression proves it all. Their darkness is relentless. He understands every mentioned details within the narration.

She agreed within herself. “At the end of this round…” the quiz master was saying when Perfect nudged at Emmanuel while she held her palm to her slightly parted lips. “I think he’s about to tell her points!” she said with renewed ecstasy on her face. She was going to put her arm across his shoulder as anxiety gripped her but she got a hold of herself and only shut her eyes; probably her ears too because when she eventually opened her eyes again, what followed was a deafening applaud that she knew not what prompted it. * * * *