My Mistress's Eyes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“good you are here, make it quick and leave before anyone notices you.” “yes ma'am” he responded and went behind the house with his jerrican. Priscilla proceeded to wear a mask and walked towards the car driving a little further from the house but from a distance where she could see the house. In a few minutes, the house was bursting up in flames and she looked at the house with joy.

I’m a grownup woman. “Interesting.” Nathan is following me. “I hate you. Don’t humiliate me.” “I’m not, it’s just fun to watch you and Arthur play like a secret lover but the truth is you’re not.” I rolled my eyes and manage to escape him. It’s not like I don’t know that. Can’t he just not ruin the fun? I know it’s not fun being a mistress or being the other woman but I’m enjoying my setup with Arthur plus his wife and him are clearly over from the look of it so technically he’s just married in the paper.

she added, her voice a whisper. Henry wanted to gently push the lady. However, his body won't cooperate as he is hypnotized by her tantalizing eyes. In the quietude of the room, amidst shadows that danced like whispers, he stood enraptured, caught in the gravitational pull of her gaze. Her eyes, twin pools of obsidian, held him captive like a moth drawn to a flame. In those depths, he saw galaxies swirling, mysteries unfolding—a cosmos that defied the laws of reason.

“A mistress can’t give you an heir, Dante. Only I did.” Natalia’s words played on a relentless, sickening loop inside my head. Every time I closed my eyes, I didn’t see the man who had looked at me with raw vulnerability in the dark. I saw those steel-gray eyes looking back at me from the face of a two-year-old child.

She glanced at Layla who was standing at her side. “I can try harder!” “You have been trying hard for the past two days, I fear that you would become exhausted if you tried even harder.” “But–” “And there's this tiny other fact that her stupid mate and his entourages can't be held down anymore, they sure know how to kill, it is even bad that they have stupid Crystabelle with them,” The Mistress said, her lips pulled into a scowl. She waved her hand in Aurora's direction and the chains which had tolled themselves around her wrists and ankles like stubborn vine unlocked themselves and she fell to the ground but she managed to stand on their feet.

A mystery indeed. Beautiful and mysteries eyes.

Her beautiful green eyes held determination as she looked up at me, “I’ve stood at your side from the beginning my love, we can and will win this.” As we entered the dungeon, her voice rose, “you fool, you’ve nearly ruined all my plans,” her laugh echoed, “he will not have it, his power will come to me as it should have long ago, before Rafael, my mistress promised it to me and I shall have 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 Mistress stepped back and watched as they both melted into smoke and vanished into the air, leaving only the faint echo of their laughter behind. For a while, she stood there alone. The mirror continued to glow faintly, reflecting faces that weren’t really there. Her own reflection shifted again, her beauty warping, her smile curving into something darker. Her hand brushed against the table again, leaving behind a faint mark of frost. “Let’s see,” she murmured, “how much a heart can take before it breaks.” A faint wind blew through the hall, stirring the dust. The door behind her groaned softly. Somewhere far away, thunder rolled—slow, deep, like the growl of something waking.