My Mistress's Eyes Novels & Stories

"And you, Chris, I will never ever forgive you. You are just like your mother, love to lead stories and be cunning! I hate you, I hate Margaretha! Forever!" *** The eyes with curled eyelashes were still tightly closed when the sunlight landed right around them. It was only after a few seconds that the eyes blinked. Slowly a pair of hazel eyes opened, in a few moments they would close again trying to adjust their gaze. Her hand was raised, she covered the morning sun that landed right in the area of her face. Her smooth white body changed position and instantly every friction that occurred between her body and the sheets and blankets made her completely conscious.

She just gazed at me, her eyes piercing and unyielding, as if waiting for me to explain or justify my outburst. It was then that I truly saw her eyes, like two rich, velvety brown pools that seemed to hold a depth of emotion and understanding. They were fringed with thick lashes that added to their allure, and their warmth drew me in like a gentle embrace. Her eyes were like melted chocolate, smooth and inviting, with hints of golden light that danced in their depths. They were eyes that seemed to see right through to my soul, and yet, they held a softness that made me feel like I was gazing into a gentle summer breeze.

To think of the hell Alicia went through when Damon married Elizabeth must've been how I was feeling right now. I am such a fool! Hours from now I will be branded as the mistress, a title Rachel once held dearly and which will never be enough for me. "Liliana open the door!" Damon shouted, hitting the door with his might. Amidst all of this little Liliana was my comfort, I pushed the cradle back and forth, watching her sleeping was bliss only that she could be disturbed by Damon. I left her in the cradle and went ahead to attend to Damon before he create anymore drama for the both of us.

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu

the lady replied smoothly. From the corner of her eye, Emma saw Mrs. King smiling warmly at Martha, while Mr. King remained entirely focused on his phone. Deeply relieved that the master of the house wasn't paying attention to her yet, Emma took the opportunity to assess the lady's appearance. The woman was stunning. She appeared to be in her late forties, yet the flawless smoothness of her complexion and the sheer elegance of her luxury clothing gave her the appearance of being effortlessly, timelessly beautiful. Her eyes were honey-coated—easily the most stunning hazel eyes Emma had ever seen.

He stared at me thoughtfully and then he spoke to me. “Do you believe her?” He asked me and I turned to look at the Hencher Mistress. We made eye contact and I stared into her eyes to notice that she had the same color of eyes as me. Her eyes were hazel just like mine and there was this touch of calmness I saw in them. “I believe her.” I said as I took my gaze from the Hencher Mistress to look back at Prince Landon. “How well do you know her?” “My Prince, I believe her.” I repeated in assurance and then I proceeded to answer his question since he looked like he wanted an answer.

She was so frustrated after seeing her again and then losing her. "Lady, who are you?" Angela asked in the dim light, "And what exactly do you expect from me?" She reflected on the situation. She then noticed something. It was initially serene, which she mistook for a breeze. She later realized it was controlled muffled crying. It was emanating from the forbidden veranda. She took a step back, shaken. The wind blew coldly against her skin, making her want to run, but as the crying became clearer, she recognized the voice.

And if one should open it, the person will find a tiny picture of two little girls hugging each other in it. 'My little sister.' I cried out in my heart. There were telltale streaks of black around her eyes and I suspected it was from her mascara as she wiped tears from her eyes. She stood right in front of me, her eyes ripping every limb in my body apart with its venomous gaze. I tried to say something but my mouth would not move; my limbs failed me. "What are you doing here, Eloise?" Nicholas barked from behind me. Looking me dead in the eyes she replied to him; "I came to visit my husband. And his mistress." She added, cocking her head to the side, while still threatening terrible things

Slowly, I lifted my bleeding hand and placed it firmly in his. "It's a pleasure to formally meet you, Mr. White," I said with a smile. His eyes moved from my bloody palm to my face, and he snatched his hand away. "Don't be so cocky," he hissed. "Mistresses never last.” My smile widened. "But they can be promoted," I replied, then turned and walked away. As I moved towards the dinner table, I caught Walter’s eye. He winked at me before disappearing into the washroom. I found an empty corner, but before I could sit, a hand wrapped around my waist.

"I... I apologize, Mistress. I completely had no idea it was you. Please, forgive my ignorance." Odessa chuckled and walked round her, her crimson gown swirling around her ankles like a hungry flame. Odessa was a little stunned by the lady's appearance. She had expected her to look like a slave. And yes, she did look poor, but her face was nothing like she had imagined. She had the eyes of a goddess - round, sparkling, with blue balls. There was just something about her eyes that made it difficult to resist. A forget-me-not kind of eyes. Odessa had never seen anyone with such pretty eyes before.