Stolen Glances Novels & Stories

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.

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. * * * *

The knife slipped out from under me and onto the floor with a dissonant clatter. Oh, no. Connor locked his gaze on mine. A moment ago they'd been hazy with lust. Now they were crystal-sharp with controlled fury. Do it.

As he gazed at them, a smile played at the corners of his lips. Andre made his way through the crowd of strippers, finally reaching a chair at the far end. He settled into it, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and lighting one up. The girls gathered around him, drawn by his presence. With the music growing louder, they swayed their hips and danced around him. Andre watched them with excitement, while some of the girls settled on either side of his legs, giving him lap dances. One of them approached him and said, "I've missed you so much, Scorpion."

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

He asks looking me in the eyes where I nod my head frantically, there is no doubt in my mind that I saw a man in my window. “I know what I saw! The man had black hair and was tapping his fingernail on my window. But that wasn’t the only thing which stood out, this guy was pale! I mean as pale as a ghost, it was as though he hadn’t seen the light of day in years!” I say just throwing all this information all at once, but as soon as that last detail left my lips, I see Asher’s face change like he knew exactly what was happening where a deep growl ripples from his chest. “Wait hang on, I’m not on the ground floor of this building, how in the heck did that man manage to be just casually at my wi

“With all these visitors here now, is it even safe?” Clarissa chuckled. “I’m fine. I have Mimi here to keep me safe.” Mimi’s silver-maned head dipped gracefully, his arctic blue eyes gleaming as his sleek, speckled fur rippled with power. Clarissa turned back to Stefan. His intent gaze, mixed with that teasing smile, stole her breath away. The playful glint in his eyes disarmed her, making her forget her urgency, leaving her caught between wanting to speak and simply getting lost in his gaze.

Jade looked at his eyes, seeking an answer. Tyler held her eyes captive with his and replied, "You left and robbed me." Jade's eyes grew wide in shock. "No, I didn't take anything from you, you must be wrong." Tyler narrowed his eyes and smirked. "I'm an honest man and wouldn't fabricate a story." Jade held her head because of bewilderment, trying to make sense of what he was saying. "What did I steal from you?" "You stole my heart," Tyler bared his heart to her without holding back.

He already didn't want me, and seeing me like this would make him think even less of me. "Eve, are you okay?" He asked, and I didn’t care anymore. It didn't matter anyway. It wasn't like he cared. I got up and looked at him, "no. I am not." I met his eyes, but they didn’t show pity. They showed me something I hadn’t seen in quite some time, as he eyed my naked body up and down. A low growl came from deep in his chest, and he turned around. Despite my scars, that look in Zayn’s eyes was still something I recognized. It was lust.