My Mistress's Eyes Novels & Stories

The morning was warm, as warm as the sunlight they felt. Still preoccupied with thoughts of Erica, Sarah glanced over at the villa not far from where she stood. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat when she saw the woman standing there, staring straight at her. Though she couldn't clearly see Erica's expression, Sarah was certain that Erica was looking at her with a gaze filled with dislike.

Evelyn, Mistress, forewarned. She swallowed softly. "Perhaps you believe that you are the world's greatest person because you are the Mistress. Dig out my eyeballs and watch him f*ck you to death.” She glared at the mistress sharply before turning her head. “A whore! Keep dreaming of being his Luna…” She gave a loud hiss and moved forward, but Evelyn stopped her. Her face twisted. "Hey, let go of me; I have a mission to complete that I was sent on, so let me finish it."

My eyes travelled all the way up her body from her toes to her face – fucking perfect. I think my lustful stares were to intense , as she suddenly looked my way. Her eyes latched on to my own. I licked my lips , sending her a message of exactly what I want. Her eyes stir with a hint of mischief and storms with lust and desire. Message received! She bats her eyes at me in acceptance – attempting to look innocent or attempting to look cute , however she horribly failed.

The lack of a direct acknowledgment only intensified the strangeness of the situation, leaving Dryzza to wonder how much more the mistress knew and what game was truly being played behind those calm, unreadable eyes. "I see," the mistress whispered, finally shifting her gaze to meet Dryzza's. Her voice, soft yet probing, carried a weight that cut through the silence. "But seeing that you are here, you must have come with a mission." The statement was neither a question nor an accusation, but a simple observation—one that left little room for denial. Dryzza hesitated, her mind racing through possible responses. She knew that any attempt at deception would be futile. The mistress had a presenc

“Oh, sweetheart, you’ve only been feeding him crumbs. Tonight, I’m going to remind him of the feast he married.You almost forgot who I am Their gazes locked in the mirror ,not as enemies, but as rivals who understood each other's hunger too well. Damian was pacing the living room by the time Lydia returned home. She walked in with the same calm composure, as if she hadn’t been meeting his mistress just an hour ago. Her eyes slid to him, unfazed. “Where were you?” His voice cracked slightly, the question sounding pathetic even to his ears. Lydia didn’t answer. She dropped her clutch onto the couch, removed her earrings, and walked past him toward their bedroom.

she mumbled. The butler's words echoed in her ears. "I will be your eyes..." she whispered, shutting her eyes as she felt her own lashes trembling faintly. "I will be your servant and... no one else's..." "Eyes, ah," The man's strangling hand paused. "But wouldn't it be faster for me to gouge your eyes and replace mine?" "Hic," a hiccup slipped from her mouth before she realized it. Crazy!

Then, he witnessed the dam break, her eyes brimming with tears before they slowly rolled down her cheeks. His heart remained unshaken, refusing to yield to emotion. His jaw clenched, a muscle twitching in his cheek as he growled, "That's why you'll be my mistress now." He left no room for argument. *** As morning dawned, the gentle sway of the curtains allowed sunlight to pour into the room, illuminating every corner. The light's passage through the colorful glasses created a kaleidoscope of rays, casting a vibrant dance of colors upon the marble floor.

Nothing more. And after this is done with, my master can be with his fated. I’ve seen his fated in his old pictures, so it makes sense why the moment he laid his eyes on this Ava, he lost control. They look the same, except for the eyes. My master’s fated had blue eyes, and this one has purple eyes. I see no problem sharing him with the woman who made him the master I have grown to love. If being with him means becoming his mistress, then so be it. Besides, he promised to make me a woman, which is all I ever wanted. It’s a win-win.

But I heard a woman's voice say angrily, "You shameless woman! You homewreckers are always kept in the dark! No man would ever publicly admit that you're his side chick! If Bree hadn't been smart enough to send someone to shadow you, we'd never have found you in such a short time!" "Quit wasting time talking to her! What's the point in conversing with a tramp?" Brianna interjected. Seconds later, a pail of cold, stinky mop water was dumped on me, drenching me from head to toe. I shivered and choked reflexively as the water entered my eyes, mouth, and nose. I felt light-headed. My make-up, which I'd spent two hours on, was ruined, and my wet hair stuck to my face as water dripped off them.

' He said Elisia saw the glitter in Miss Michin's eyes as she looked at him, She also saw how the lips in the woman's face were carved in a soft smile, Elisia has never seen Miss Minchin with a smile like that. After seeing that she quietly closed the door completely. She's doesn't have to be a fortune-teller to not tell the obvious eyes of a woman who is infatuated. After all, she's also been there. It looks like there might be a secret affair. But so what? it really doesn't matter to her.