My Mistress's Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

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.”

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?