My Mistress's Eyes Novels & Stories

How dare he think he could control me again? I was not going to be a mistress for the second time! I was Aria Jenn…the designer. I was not thesame pitiful secretary from years ago. I was back, and I was better. “Stay the hell away from me.” I finally warned after a moment of silence, blinking away my tears. I was not going to cry in front of him. Silence reigned, I could tell he was surprised by my sudden lash out. I did not even bother to look at him–I just turned and left. I did not know where I had gotten the courage from, perhaps from the alcohol?

Her mother snapped brutally at her but Nirvana only crossed her left hand over her chest and rested her jaw on right hand. She adjusted her stance to make it obvious that she was staring down on them. “Don’t you know? There is nothing elegant about me and there would never be. I am already a mistress because of your help in Kaitlyn’s action and you know the matter about mistresses, they are a symbol of disgrace. Yes, I intend to fully embrace this disgracefulness and find grace and beauty in it. So before you insult, I would prefer if you find if the words are offensive or praise, old bitch.” Her mother gritted her teeth when she heard Nirvana’s words but she couldn’t say any other word beca

No mirror, no filter made her feel as beautiful as his eyes did. He gently laid her down on the soft, inviting mattress, gently parting their lips. The longing in his eyes was palpable as they traced every curve and contour of her face. She luxuriated in the warmth of his intense gaze, feeling an unparalleled sense of beauty and desirability. No mirror or filter could ever evoke the same profound feeling of beauty as the captivating gaze of his eyes.

His eyes used to be so dull, but now there's a spark of life in there. He felt that the arrival of this "Diana" could return him to the master he used to be. Sighing deeply, Payton looked at his master with tender eyes "Do you want me to find out about her?" asks Payton, earning a surprised gaze from Michael. "Really? You can do that?" asked Michael, not daring to get his hopes up too much. Meanwhile, you could see the excitement in his eyes when he heard Payton's offer. "Haha, of course I can do that. I will do anything for you, my master. Even if I have to dive in the Antarctic Ocean, I will do it as long as it makes you happy!" Payton chuckled, which was immediately returned by Michael's

Her eyes open; those glorious emerald jewels which captured me from the first, long before I came to know her, long before I understood she was so much more than just a lovely girl. For long seconds, the eyes don't focus... Where are you now, Jade-Eyes? ... Then, she blinks, eyelids flickering, and she returns to me. "Good? That all happened rather quickly." "Um, yes. It did... Master, thank you." "My pleasure." "I think I should say something too. Make my promises to you." "If you want to. You don't have to. I wasn't suffering from any crisis of confidence." She groans, closing her eyes briefly. "I've been a real bitch, haven't I?"

The mistress. She was everything I expected—tall, blonde, and wearing a tight-fitting dress that was as inappropriate for court as it was obvious she didn’t care. Her eyes scanned the room with amusement, like this was all some kind of game. My chest tightened, and I clenched my fists at my sides. I forced myself to breathe. This wasn’t about them. This was about justice—about reclaiming what was mine, what my family had lost. I would not let them get to me, not today.

Aurora’s POV; As I stared at the massive hall in front of me, the heavy oak doors groaned open behind me, and Catarina cat walked in with a maid trailing behind her. Catarina’s crimson-colored eyes held the same sharp intensity as always and it sent shivers down my spine. What type of eyes are those? The maid who trailed behind Catarina had an expression that mirrored the disdain of her mistress. The maid’s eyes flickered over me with unspoken judgment before she dropped the bucket and rag in her hands, in front of me with a thud that resonated through the empty space.

Grace gave a warning, her eyes narrowed, sharp and precise. Ana felt too weak and overwhelmed to respond. Her eyes were still on Jack as he laid here still unconscious. The memories they shared together came flooding in her head like a tsunami. Somehow her heart refused to believe that what she and Jack shared wasn't just some winded up affair - a relationship of just a man and his mistress. She knew that he loved her, his eyes always spoke of it when he would stare into her eyes and the way he always made love to her showed how much he loved her and not just being desirable to him.

She said, "I see ... Thank you for your compliments, and nice to meet you, Mr. Leonard." "By the way, you're so beautiful with your amber eyes," again, Enrico praised her. A bright smile appeared on her pretty face. "Ah, thank you. You're too praised. Amber eyes I got from my Spanish Mom." "it's appropriate," Enrico said with a slow nod. "Amber eyes are quite rare, especially among Asians like you. But I'm serious, you're so beautiful, Miss Lee." This time Naomi just replied with a polite smile.

“Please pick up the folders, Ms. Escobar.” I bent down. My hands trembled as I picked up the folders and put them on his table. There was a long silence between us. Lifting my face to look at him, I saw him watching me intensely like I was some movie that piqued his curiosity. “You’re too young. Did you enjoy being my father’s mistress?” he asked with a blatant tone. I felt dismayed at his accusation. He was no different from the people in this school. “You ruined my family.”