Stolen Glances Novels & Stories

Bianca returned, and Linda looked away when Alessandro and Ricardo looked at her in surprise. Ricardo’s gaze flicked to her, and for a brief moment, their eyes met across the table. It was a fleeting connection, subtle enough to go unnoticed by the others, but Linda felt her pulse quicken nonetheless. She’d never tell, of course. Their arrangement was strictly under wraps, and neither of them had any intention of changing that. Still, the game of stolen glances had become a source of amusement for her. Ricardo, meanwhile, seemed entirely unaffected—or so he liked to pretend. But Linda caught the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth when their gazes locke

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.

To my disbelief, he nodded eagerly and spoke into the phone. "Janice, don't be angry. Don't waste your breath arguing with this stubborn girl. I'll handle it. She's my daughter. She can't possibly defy me." The last shred of hope inside me shattered. I hung up, then immediately called the travel agency. "Hello. My name is Elise Whitmore. I'm the prize winner. My ID number is... "My redemption code was stolen. I want the prize frozen immediately." The customer service representative remained polite. "Certainly, Ms. Whitmore. We've verified your prize information.

No clicking guns or sharp, threatening stares. Instead, the space was filled with people. Workers. Their movements were deliberate, precise, almost mechanical. They barely looked at her as she passed, though Wren felt the weight of their stolen glances, eyes flitting toward her like ghosts before vanishing again. The air was thick, suffocating in its silence, broken only by the occasional shuffle of footsteps or the dull scrape of something being moved.

Then, he looked up. It wasn't just a look; it was an invitation and a warning wrapped into one. The "Forbidden Glance" hit me like a physical weight. His eyes, usually sharp with a mocking glint, were dark and unreadable. The noise of the hallway—the slamming lockers, the distant whistle from the gym, the chatter—faded into a dull hum. For a heartbeat, the "Bad Boy Athlete" facade slipped, and I saw the exhaustion he tried so hard to hide.

I needed a path, a key or a moment to slip through his fingers. I stole a quick glance at him, trying to read the intent behind that calm, elegant mask. But the lowly mortal was faster. His green eyes shifted upward, catching mine mid-stare. The intensity of his gaze was like a physical heat, pinning me to my seat. Heat rushed to my face, a stinging, mortal flush of embarrassment. I jerked my head down, my eyes fixed firmly on my plate as if the half-eaten fruit was suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world.

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.

As time passed, he became more mature and composed. Nash noticed her gaze and smirked, "What are you thinking while staring at me like that?" Supporting her chin, Nina, caught off guard, shifted her gaze nervously, "Nothing." "You were clearly stealing glances at me just now," Nash countered. Nina countered back, "If you didn't look at me, how would you know I was stealing glances at you?" "Well, I did indeed steal glances at you," Nash admitted frankly. He couldn't help but notice her every move unintentionally.

"No, wait, that's not my thing!" "I beg to differ. Don't worry Romeo, I'll be gentle." The tip of her tail gently circled his asshole, nudging itself forward. Mike gasped, realizing that the tail was coated in some sort of cool gel, allowing it to slide effortlessly into his butt, the thick, rounded stinger of her tail pulsating gently against his prostate. Mike gasped, reaching back to feel where he had been penetrated.

he muttered out of nowhere. I raised a brow, keeping my expression innocent. “A picture of what?” “Stealing glances is kind of outdated,” he said smoothly, eyes still locked on the road. “Just take a picture. That way, you can stare at that instead of burning a hole in my head.” I gasped. “Excuse me? With what eyes did you even see me staring? You haven’t looked away from the road.” A smirk played on his lips. “Your stares are not exactly discreet.”