Stolen Glances Novels & Stories

She looks almost dreamily at nothing in particular and now I am definitely worried. “GURRRRLLLL! You got it this bad after one day. Don’t get me wrong he is Drop Dead Gorg…. Oh sht! It’s him isn’t it. The one from the park. The one you stare at when he’s walking his dog! Fuck me, I might start running in the mornings if thats the kind of eye candy you get to oggle!” Ally is laughing again and even I can’t stifle my giggle. That’s Ally, a positive force in a negative situation. “Ally!” Liv is now almost purple with embarrassment. “I told you that was a secret!”

The thought I had been trying to push away because accepting it would mean admitting that I might have made a terrible mistake, that I might have walked away from the best thing that had ever happened to me. The memory of those stolen glances made my chest ache with a familiar warmth. I had felt his eyes on me sometimes during class, and even caught him looking in my direction when I would glance up from my notes. But I had always assumed it was just curiosity or boredom, never imagining that it could be something deeper.

I search the room for Violet, but I don't see her, I suddenly bump into someone "Oh, I'm sorry-Stella?". Her eyes widen "Luther? what are you doing here?" she hits me on my shoulder "I should be asking you that, I see you're still working for the enemy". She rolls her eyes "You know you aren't allowed here right?". I shrug "I manage to pass security so..." "I don't know what game you're playing but it ends here, let's go". She grabs arms "Wait i-"our attention was caught by the noises the crowd made, we both turn and suddenly see Violet unmask herself and the crowd goes crazy

she said, veering around to the unknown lady. "Before you can have this stinky attitude, make sure you take care of your acne. It doesn't look good on you." She says and takes off her work ID card and slams it on the table without looking back. She made a mental note that it was the end of taking insults, it was time to level up.

He walked a glance on her. Like most of the men present, but he... His gaze made her...feverish. She felt as if he wanted to have a hold on her...with his simple look. His beautiful green eyes seemed to want to probe her soul. She looked down feeling foolish as a heat rose in the pit of her loins. No, Annabelle... Get a grip! It's only because you've gone four years without making love... Soon you will see your boyfriend again and it will pass...

“But we're not talking here. I'm sick of this place.” “My car it is, then.” “That sounds better. I’m exhausted.” “And I’m sick of seeing men stealing glances at you.” I shoot him a stern look. “Why are you glaring at me like that?” He asks, feigning an innocent look. “I thought we were both expressing our frustrations.

When he glanced at her slowly, almost suspiciously, she asked, “Since your one true love is already taken, will you move on and settle for happy enough, then? To combat the loneliness, like your sister suggested.” His gaze swirled with pain before the strangest thing happened. He glanced at me. It lasted only a second. He returned his gaze back to Yasmin so quickly I’m sure no one else in the room even noticed his attention stray from her. But it felt like a lifetime to me, because in that one short stare, he seemed to ask me something, beg me, as if he needed me to save him from the pain afflicting him. But then, just like that, he was focusing on Yasmin again, and his expression was temper

that little leap in my pulse every time he looked at me with those hooded, brown bedroom eyes was becoming addictive. I’m not sure why I didn’t consider leaving. I’d been ready to walk out the door not too long ago. My tush had been out of my seat, my gaze had been locked on the exit, and my purse would’ve been in hand...if he hadn’t stolen it. But here I was now, purse returned, and I was voluntarily sitting by Colton Gamble of all people. Just how many glasses of champagne had I stolen from my absent table companions? “So what else do you like about me?” he prompted before taking a long draw from his cup and eyeing me speculatively over the rim.

Then she noticed the looks. People weren’t just glancing at her in passing; they were staring. Some pretended to be busy on their phones but would sneak quick glances in her direction. Others didn’t bother to hide it at all. Their eyes followed her as she walked, whispers trailing behind her like shadows. A few students exchanged smirks, nudging each other as if they were all in on some kind of secret.

They are not that close. Keith drained his Coke and put the glass on the coffee table. Feeling mad, Tabitha watched the guy across the room, standing in front of an expansive window that overlooked a tree-shaded courtyard. The view of the green she favorite. Keith slipped his hands into his jeans and back pockets while looking out, and Tabitha paid attention to Keith's slender hips. The man's shoulders and back muscles neatly made a checkered cotton shirt. His cuffs were neatly rolled up below his elbows.