My Mistress's Eyes 소설 & 이야기

Suddenly, that palm tree is no longer as beautiful as she always thought it was. She pushed the realization firmly away. If the both of them see ugliness, who will teach him to see the beauty of River Sole again? "I remember thinking this place was very beautiful the first day I saw it in the middle of hard labor." His eyes clouded, "Ten years later, there is no beauty in this place." "The Mistress has so much hatred in her heart for me." she lowered her head, "In the end, I only know glimpses of why she is the way she is."

She hated how her hands shook, hated how she still wanted - stupidly - to believe he could explain it into something gentler. The mistress rose slowly, gathering her dress, one hand still lingering at her stomach. She cast Elowen a look heavy with practiced pity. “You came to spy,” the mistress said, her tone sweet as the perfume in the air. “How like you. Always eager to catch what you think you deserve.” Elowen’s gaze snapped to the mistress. “Don’t speak to me,” she said. Her words were sharp enough to cut, even if her heart felt like it was cracking in half.

Truthfully, performing something so intensely erotic right before Julian’s hawk-like gaze, as he watched her without so much as a single blink, was the most humiliating thing she had ever done in her entire life. Elena’s trembling hand slowly crept upward toward her chest. She softly kneaded her bre-ast through her blouse before sliding her hand back down beneath her skirt. Witnessing the mesmerizing spectacle unfolding right before his eyes, Julian took a sharp, deep breath. His jaw tightened instantly, and the dark desire he had kept tightly under wraps completely exploded. "I absolutely adore your filthy expression, Elena. You look breathtakingly beautiful when you are completely submissi

Mira walked ahead, exuding confidence, while Jane struggled to keep it together. William stood by the window, but as soon as they walked in, he turned his gaze......directly to Jane. His eyes fell on the sketch Mira was holding. “Give it to me,” he said calmly. Not with demand or coldness, just a firm certainty. Mira handed it to him with a proud smile. He examined the sketch for what felt like an eternity, long enough that Jane could barely breathe. Then he looked up, his gaze locking onto hers. Something in his expression shifted. It deepened, softened, and seemed to warm with understanding.

The smile that curved his lips was cold, ruthless, and it lit up his eyes. “I prefer you like this,” he said with a heartless murmur. “You’re much more fun to break when you fight back, and trust me little miss brown eyes, I would break you, I’ll make you regret every single decision you’ve ever made.”

My voice was low, deliberate, the kind that left no room for games. Her eyes flicked up at me, steady but trembling beneath the surface. “You’ve made it clear, Renz. Rules. Control. No escape.” A smirk tugged at my lips. “Good." “You live by my terms now. Where you go, who you see, how you breathe—those are mine to dictate. You belong to me.” Her jaw tightened, but she said nothing. A flicker of defiance, quickly buried. “And as my mistress,” I leaned forward, resting the glass down with a soft thud, “we start with the first thing that matters—”

Would it taste better? It was as if cold water had been poured on me, and I immediately woke up. My chest was still rising violently, mabilis akong lumingon sa monitor ng computer na ginagamit ko na naka-sleep na, I could barely see my reflection, but it was enough to see what was with me right now. My eyes widened when I saw my very own eyes, which I almost didn't recognize. They were blazing bloody crimson, like the eyes of a predator ready to attack her prey. Who the hell are you?

She mentioned her worry while rubbing her palms together. Evelyn shook her head mildly. “No, why would she do that?” “I don’t know, I’m just scared,” Renai replied. Evelyn tilted her head with a soft smile. She was in awe of the mistress. She had served many noblewomen but none of them were as lively and modest as her. There was something unique about her. Something that only an eye of purity could witness. Her eyes were pristine as if her heart was speaking volumes in them, as if it held a door to a place where peace was the only thing offered. She was…beautiful couldn’t even cover her half. She was alluring. Especially her eyes and smile. How come such an innocent lady became the king’s mi

Her haughty gaze was frigid, though the brilliance of her emerald-green eyes should have lent some warmth by virtue of the normally warm shade. “You were a horrible person,” whispered Madison, unable to look away from those eyes. They were compelling and arresting. Chilling…and familiar? Where had she seen them before? Was she allowing her imagination to conjure facts that weren’t real? Had she incorporated Joan’s description of the infant with the green eyes into her thoughts to produce such certainty? Or had she really seen those eyes somewhere besides in the cold, patrician face of Catherine Archer’s portrait?