Stolen Glances Novels & Stories

The moment he caught her, she quickly averted her gaze, like a guilty thief caught red-handed. His lips curved slightly in amusement at her reaction. Without hesitation, he ended his work, neatly stacking the documents on his desk before shutting down his computer. Taking off his glasses, he rose from his chair and walked towards the couch. "What’s so good about stealing glances at your husband when you can look at him anytime you want?" he teased as he took a seat beside her. "I wasn’t stealing glances at you," Eve retorted, avoiding his gaze. "Not only are you a little liar, but also a thief."

From then on, I could feel Matteo's eyes on me constantly. Whenever I sensed his stare and glanced his way, he would quickly look away. On days when I would go for a walk without a driver, I would notice a shadowy figure keeping a discreet distance. It was my very own stalker. One weekend, I made plans to go rock climbing with some friends. We had barely started our adventure in the wild when we ran into Joseph Ricci, the heir of a rival family.

I honestly didn’t feel it, but I definitely saw it in his eyes tonight. That look that my father spoke of previously. When his wolf shined through and his eyes glowed in the moonlight, I saw the power behind it. I saw love and I saw lust. Just thinking about the lust part sent a shiver down my spine. I heard the boots of guards pass our door and my stomach pulled into a tight knot. I couldn’t see the wall from my father’s bedroom window. All I could see were more guards rushing in the direction of the wall. I needed to get out of here.

like what the fuck. He's grinning like an idiot, I stared ㅡ we stared at each other for a second, with my eyes glaring at him while he was just really grinning at me. I'm mulling his stares over mine. I'm… I'm confused. I said to myself that I don't want to see his face anymore but damn, why the hell am I looking at him now? I even stared at him! I just shook my head and turned to my classmate who's sitting behind me again.

My dangerous stares were burning angry holes in her body the amount of things I could do when it involves my mate. “ummm no. .” I trailed off in an attempt to defend my lust. I lacked how to start and where to defend myself. What I've done is unforgivable. Annalise smiles walking closer to where I stood covering our distance as she lifts a finger and raises my under chin as we locked gaze. It was hard to look her in the eye and tell her I found a rebound and it was a lady working in the pack, every woman would be jealous. “It’s okay.”

Thankfully they can't see us with their angle. Nevertheless, I can't shake the feeling that I might be one of the unluckiest souls to walk this earth. Because there she was, the slutty Janice, her gaze suddenly shifting toward us with an unsettling confidence. My heart sank as I caught sight of her sly grin, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. She probably feels our stare at her. She leaned closer to my father, whispering something I couldn’t quite make out, her words lost in the air yet heavy with implication. Their body is still slamming each other not bothering that we are watching.

“Paul is staring down here. Don’t look.” “Let’s test this,” Morgan stated. “Madison, casually get up and go to the bar. Don’t look up. Amelie, look at Paul and see if his eyes follow Madison.” I squealed. “I feel like I’m a private detective!” “Amelie, you’re so bloody cute,” Morgan said, smiling. “Ok, it's go time.” Madison stood up and made her way back to the bar. Sure enough, Paul’s eyes followed her the whole way.

Luca was watching me with those dark eyes, something I couldn't read crossing through them. It was almost like heat. I made the stupid mistake of breaking eye contact first, letting my gaze drop to his chest. Stupid, but good. The wet patch of the flour had turned translucent, sticking his t-shirt to his skin. I couldn't even describe what that did to me. My throat felt like it was about to close permanently. "You still look ridiculous." His mouth tugged up. "I would like to think i look good... with all the staring you've been doing since you came here."

As he talked, his sharp blue eyes flicked toward me and then he froze the moment our gazes met. A slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips, like he was looking at a ghost he had never expected to see again. I forced myself to remain still, my expression neutral. I would not flinch under his gaze. I would not let him see the remnants of fear he had once embedded in me. Instead, I held his stare. I wanted him to see me. Not as the discarded Luna he had once deemed weak. But as the woman who had survived. And then, before he could react, before he could make a move, my name was announced.

She was so engrossed in observing him that she didn't realize he had caught her staring. Jethro's eyes met hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Stacey's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked down at her plate. She wished she could hold on and keep looking at him, but she failed. At that moment, her cheeks were flushing with embarrassment. She hoped no one else had noticed.