Stolen Glances Novels & Stories

My hands tremble slightly as I struggle to contain both his yearning and mine—the hunger stirred by what we've awakened together. The scent of green wood mingles with smoke as I lean against the rough-hewn wall. Despite its sturdy construction, it feels flimsy against the weight of our shared desires and fears. Lyla's presence is a balm yet also an agitation; she stirs something deep within me that refuses to be quieted or ignored.

"Ms. Shaw, are none of your family seeing you off?" The staff member who came to pick me up glanced curiously at the villa behind me. The scoop about the legitimate and imposter daughters had become the talk of the town, and the man seemed to recognize me. He assumed the online rumors were exaggerated, but he now realized I had fallen so low. "No." Without saying anything else, I loaded my suitcase into the boot and climbed into the car. The sky erupted with breathtaking fireworks, their brilliant colors blending with drone displays. It was a mesmerizing sight, and I couldn't tear my eyes away.

Amidst the stolen glances, I signaled the stylist through the mirror, to wrap up with whatever she was doing on my hair so I could leave. This is the second time Listowel has embarrassed me in public because of that stinky gold digger he faked marriage with years ago and this is going to be the last! The people around continued to stare at me with pitiful gazes and couldn't wait to leave. I had to feign smiles whenever my eyes met with theirs. The screeching sound from the chairs beside me on both left and right caught my attention. It was from my friends, they shifted to close the gap between us and I could sense what would immediately follow.

Adrian dropped the remote and picked up his phone, scanning through the comments on the program; it seemed Bianca's strategy had worked; she had cleaned up the mess she started in the first place. He was going to do all he could to ensure Bianca didn't get a jail term as he had promised her. Seeing as the protesters had withdrawn from attacking Golden Fingers, relief washed over him. His only worry was, who the hell tried to steal the secret? Diane screamed out loudly and cussed nonstop as the flash she paid dollars to acquire turned out to be a boring animation. “Those assholes have swapped the flash!” She shouted banging hard on her car windscreen till it cracked. She should have known Adr

Lisa froze. All this time she'd been altering the dress, and she hadn't even noticed the chip hidden inside. The boutique manager was even paler, wiping cold sweat from his face as panic set in. But Lisa still wouldn't admit defeat. "It's a lie! She wanted to steal my dress. She planted the chip in there! If not, how come the boutique staff never found it after all their alterations? She came, and suddenly it's here—there's clearly something suspicious!" The manager, terrified of offending anyone but afraid of being implicated himself, quickly sided with Lisa.

Enough to stir something I was trying too hard to ignore. She would glance up when she thought I wasn’t looking, and I’d catch her. Those fiery eyes softened for a heartbeat before she looked away, pretending to be interested in the unnecessary conversation beside her. I wasn’t any better. I found myself watching her more than I should have — the way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the way her lips curved when she tried not to smile. It wasn’t intentional, but every stolen glance felt like a confession. There was heat in it, unspoken words trapped between us, and a pull I couldn’t seem to fight.

The sited next to her, Aldo was quite busy himself, staring endlessly at his tablet. Seemed to be going over some work. Sarah stopped for a moment. He was so focused, if she stole a glance he wouldn’t notice would he? She took one look, just one look, and quickly retracted her gaze. He was too beautiful, too much to comprehend with just one glance so she looked again. Unfortunately the second time wasn’t as stealthy as she had hoped it would be. Their eyes suddenly met, caught up in a super tensed atmosphere, there was

I tore my gaze away, burying my face in the file in front of me as though it held the answers to the universe. As though I hadn’t just been caught staring. As though nothing had happened. But it had. Because even without looking up again, I knew. He had seen me. And worse I had seen him. And in that single, stolen glance, something had shifted. Something complicated. Something dangerous. Something I wasn’t ready for. And definitely… something I couldn’t stop.

Each stolen glance revealed a different facet of her character, leaving him mesmerized. In the depths of her eyes, he saw moments of vulnerability and strength, of joy and sorrow. He noticed the way she would unconsciously bite her lip when deep in thought, the way her eyes sparkled when something amused her, and the fleeting expressions that flitted across her face like gentle ripples on a calm lake. He longed to hear her speak, to know the thoughts that remained hidden beneath that composed exterior. It was as if the silence between them held words that were waiting to be unraveled.