Gacha Club Eyes Novels & Stories

A pair of fist-sized eyes glistened upon staring at the silhouette that was standing near the fireplace. Upon the mention of the young lady, the unbothered look of the man changed into one hundred eighty degrees in a matter of split-second. “What happened?” A sinister pair of glowing emerald orbs looked down at the sweating goblin that seemingly stopped breathing upon meeting the eyes of his master—the demon lord that controlled the darkness of the three worlds. “Th-The second game of the Tri-World Tournament is held today and of course since the young lady said that she did not join any game in the duration of the month-long tournament, I, Gakusho persuaded the great grand duke of the – ”

I bend and pick it up but as I stand, my eyes connect with the most beautiful, breathtaking, golden orbs. Eyes that connect explicitly on mine.

Mitne suddenly looked at Caroline who was standing in shock as she looked at the two fighting. “No, that can’t be,” he added and I suddenly added the dots. “Vorel has rainbow colored eyes!!” I think out loud and Mitne looked back at me. “You guys are from royalty. Those eyes can not be mistaken for someone else’s. The rainbow eyes is the Luna Queen signature. And that would also explain your magic,” Mitne explained and that does make a lot of sense. I looked at Caroline again and shook my head. “Command your mate to stop fighting!!” I yelled at her and her face snapped to me. I gestured to them and she looked at them fighting.

he lamented. "It's not that, Drew. When I shook Luna Lagartha's hand, I experienced something," I managed to say, my voice trembling. His tone shifted to seriousness as he asked, "What did you see?" Gideon leaned in, clearly intrigued. "I saw children crying, and she was tearing their hearts out," I relayed over the phone. I could sense Drew's skepticism, and Gideon wore an expression of disbelief. But then Drew said something I hadn't anticipated: "That's called the third eye, Felicity. You need to leave that pack immediately. I'll cut your trip short," he stated firmly.

, he said staring at my cleavage. I cleared my throat as he dragged his eyes slowly to my face probably to make an effect that was lost to me. Was that supposed to be sexy? I ignored him and let my eyes wander lazily around the club. Paradise Club was a club for the wealthy no doubt, rich men were everywhere, their clothing and accessories an obvious giveaway coupled with the cash many threw at the exotic dancers. My breath caught in my throat as I met a pair of captivating eyes staring at me, I had never seen such beautiful eyes before. Hazel blue eyes that felt like they could see through me. I couldn’t look away.

The awkward silence is deafening but then the elder says with no hesitation “lets begin” He steps up to the Alter stand where there is a chalice that he raises it up, “This symbolic chalice represents the pack of Silverwood, Luna Eliza Hunter, you have helped lead our pack with grace, elegance and decorum. Do you willingly retire your title as Luna, do you willingly hand over the responsibilities entrusted to the role to the chosen new Luna, and do you agree to remain in the pack as a member?”

"Probably from Crescent Moon pack. Should we just leave her?" "No." The third voice stopped them cold. "Bring her." They lifted me like I weighed nothing, carrying me deeper into rogue territory than any pack wolf had ever returned from alive. But I was not pack anymore, was I? I was nothing. The Rogue King waited in a clearing that felt older than memory itself. Tall as a tree and twice as dangerous, with scars mapping his face like constellations. When his silver eyes met mine, I saw something I had not seen in days.

Echo, crawling for anyone. “Do you know about the clubs?” “You mean this one? Do they have others?” “No,” she says, smirking like she’s letting me in on a delicious secret. “I mean the bondage clubs. My three own and run them. The guys here have some investments and also use them. Echo’s a big user of the clubs, and from what I hear he never submits, he’s always using submissives. So I think you might have just unlocked a new kink for him.”

She opened another drawer and discovered a file of writing notebooks bound together with pink silk ribbon. Angela took out all of the notebooks and untied them. A small album sits in the middle of the notebooks. When Angela opened it, it revealed some photographs of a lovely young lady. "Esmeralda," Angela said quietly. And she could feel something in her eyes as she stared at it. Angela had never seen such lonely, beautiful eyes. Esmeralda had the same length of curly hair as Angela. Angela chose a blue small hair clip and tucked her forehead strand behind her ear, just like Esmeralda in the photo. She sighed deeply and rummaged through the drawer again when the door swung open, revealing L