My Mistress's Eyes Novels & Stories

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?"

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.”

Before I could answer, I breathed in Mistress Lune’s perfume because she was so close, and I jerked back before I realized that she was checking my eyes out. “No, they are just sightless.” “I gather as much. Your eyes aren't even white. Still bright, wild, and brown.” She murmured. “But blindness is not a simple consequence. What book is it? You need to tell me the truth.” I drew in a slow breath. “I can’t explain all of it yet.”

the voice preceded the scene where a servant appeared in the darkness surrounding me. “Aaah, go and bring Lady Markbill. I want her to see my beautiful girls. Look how my daughter’s red eyes are so unique,” she turned to the servant happily. The impression she gave me as she was too naïve. But something tickled inside my heart listening to her praising my eyes; no one had ever done that. I’ve always been told my eyes were to be hidden and that I shouldn’t show them. Yet, this woman I could call my mother praised them like a ruby.

(Séraphine’s POV) Night came faster than I expected. I didn’t eat. Didn’t sleep. I just sat by the window, watching the moon rise above the trees — the same moon that once meant freedom. Now it only reminded me of the life I lost. Every now and then, I caught myself thinking about his offer. Two years as his mistress. Two years in this place, under his rules, under his eyes. It sounded like hell. But what if hell was exactly where I needed to be?

Zinnia had no idea about the rules or how grave mistake she made when she looked right in the woman's eyes, who seemed to be displeased with her actions and gracefully stood up from the couch pulling the thin silk robe over her almost naked frame. "Miss, this is ---" She raised her hand shutting the woman up before walking right in front of Zinnia making her take a step back. Zinnia was a few inches taller than the mistress so she had to lower her head a bit to meet her eyes. "Did no one tell you to never look in your master's eyes?" She whispered glaring at her, and soon her eyes turned lighter shade of red scaring Zinnia. "Pet!" She flinched taking a step back but before she react, she scr

Worrying approximately the neighbours complaining, the children may completely reluctantly open the door. “What does one need? and the manner did you find out my residence?” “Even if it does not paint on you, my Mystic Eyes will nonetheless manipulate animals. therefore I decided to apply them to help ME out.” Isabella hums and movies her index in the back of her. There changed into a group of wild puppies following in the back of her watching for orders. Dozens of them have become her servants, and are transferring in the back of the lamia girl. It appears she set to apply Mystic Eyes to the region the hounds beneath her control, so used their noses to odour out Raven's domestic.