Predatory Gaze Novels & Stories

“Don't send me away! I promise to do whatever you want. Don't just send me back!" Desperate Candy pleaded with the man she knows nothing about. He slowly turns to look at her, his gaze piercing as ever, sending a chill down her spine. Stepping closer, he reached her chin and raised it to make her meet his eyes, using his index finger. "Little woman, accepting to be my wife means I'll own you and there's no turning back. You seems too fragile to be in my hell," He warned. With nervousness kicking in, she took a deep breath. She'd rather face his hell than stuck in the misery her stepmother had prepared for her. "Yes. I want to be your wife. In return you'll have to protect me from my step mother," She boldly declared prompting the man's lips to curl up into a devilish smile. His gaze settled on her slightly exposed cleavage, and lust filled them. "Strip" He ordered. ___ A deal... With the Billionaire devil... Will Candy ever regret her decision? What happens when enemies, dark secrets and unexpected emotions threatened to tear them apart?

When my wife, Melanie Sanders, and I were on our way to undergo IVF treatment, we ended up losing our lives in a car crash. Then, we both get reborn at the same time. She complains to me, "I want nothing more than to become a mother! It's a shame that you can't impregnate me at all!" Hence, she gets married to a wealthy scion. Having lost my hope in Melanie, I decide to let her go. After that, I marry another woman and build a family with her. Soon, we lead a happy and comfortable life together. That is, until I end up meeting Melanie again in the future. As she lays her gaze on my daughter, she comments disdainfully, "Oh? So, you're a stepfather now! I suppose only an impoverished loser like you deserves to raise children who aren't of your own blood!" I gaze back at Melanie's daughter as well, a cold smirk curling on my lips. "I suppose the rich really know how to enjoy themselves. After all, your daughter isn't of your own blood, either." After that, I lead my daughter away while laughing joyously.

I detested clubs and parties but I was dragged here by my best friends for my 19th birthday. As I started dancing I could feel a pair of eyes on me. I began to scan the room subtly until my gaze was connected with a pair of bright green beautiful eyes. This wasn't a man, this was a God. His hair was dark and not too short but just that length where you can push it back and it looks effortless. His body looked sculpted and chiseled as if every little detail about him was carefully planned out. He wouldn't stop looking at me. I tried to avert my gaze until a couple of seconds later I felt two large strong arms wrap around my body. Amara, a young woman of striking beauty and innocence, unwittingly falls in love with the charming and enigmatic Killian, a mysterious figure with ties to the criminal underworld. As their romance blossoms, Amara remains blissfully unaware of Killian's true identity as a feared mafia boss. However, when the truth finally comes to light, Amara finds herself plunged into a dangerous world of deceit and violence. torn between her love for Killian and the realization of the danger he represents, Amara must confront the ultimate question: Will she risk her life for her obsession with Killian, or will she walk away from the tumultuous love they share?

WARNING: Mature Content || R18 Please be advised that this story contains mature themes and strong language. "I don't believe in God but I prayed you from Him." - Zerus Craige He's a killer. A gunman. A hired assassin. A cold-blooded young man living on his own created world. He's a devil from the deepest pit of hell. He kills, in exchange for money. Until his gaze was drawn to a woman wearing a black veil and holding a rosary. Fuck!

Five years ago, his rising hockey fame shattered our forever promise, leaving me with nothing but memories. Now, I’m the journalist assigned to cover his championship run, and he’s the cold, distant superstar who treats me like a stranger in front of the cameras. But the moment the lights dim, his burning gaze pins me down, revealing a hunger that never died. In the locker room shadows, the bad boy enforcer is ready to break every rule to reclaim what was always his.

The Blood of Two Worlds Anna Elara McKinnley is a living heresy. The product of a forbidden union between a high-ranking Warlock and a savage Wolf, she is a hybrid of volatile magic and primal instinct. After her mother fled the scandal and the packs branded her an abomination, Anna mastered the art of disappearance. For years, she has survived in the human shadows by suppressing her scent and shackling her power. But her carefully constructed anonymity shatters when her best friend, Sophie, is lured to the Solstice Gala. To the human world, it’s the social event of the season; to the Blackwood Pack, it is a cold-blooded hunting ground where Alphas claim human mates to anchor their bloodlines. When Sophie is "marked" by the pack’s ruthless heir, she is locked away in a gilded cage, unaware that her life of freedom is over. To pull Sophie from the jaws of the wolves, Anna must return to the world that hunted her as a child. Infiltrating the Blackwood estate under a false identity, Anna finds herself navigating a minefield of aristocratic politics and predatory dominance. The air is thick with the scent of her enemies, and keeping the "beast" and the "witch" quiet becomes a losing battle. Her greatest threat arrives in the form of the one man capable of smelling the rot in her lies—a man whose lineage mirrors the dark history she’s tried to outrun. As the gala descends into a game of power and blood, Anna realizes that a quiet rescue is impossible. To save the only person who loves her, she must stop hiding and become the very thing the wolves fear most: a hybrid with the power to burn their empire to the ground.

Underneath her sorrowful gaze, Mira watched her mother lay pale and almost lifeless on the bed. Her mother was running out of time. She didn't really have a choice here. Marry the ruthless and hot billionaire Arnold Steward for a year in exchange for her mother's treatment. Teary-eyed, she signed the contract without an ounce of idea that her life was about to change dramatically. Would Arnold be a nightmare or a blessing in disguise? "I would make your life a living hell, Mira!"

Clara thought marrying billionaire Victor Draven would save her family and give her peace. But peace doesn't exist inside the Draven mansion— In fact, it has never existed. Only secrets, temptations, and danger wrapped in luxury. And when his son returned home, things took a dark turn. His gaze burned, his words without filters, and his touch felt like sin wrapped in a handsome face. She shouldn't want him. But in a house built on lies, desire might be the deadliest secret of all.

"You can't walk away," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Not now." I never should've followed him. I knew it the second I saw his dark, predatory eyes lock onto mine across the bar. But I couldn't stop myself. I was drawn to him, to the danger simmering beneath his cool, controlled exterior. "One night," I told myself, "just one night." But it wasn't just a night. It was a raw, thrilling ride into darkness, where he took control in ways l'd never imagined. "Do you like it when I make you beg?" he growled, and I did. God, I did. By morning, I was tangled in his sheets, marked by his touch, my body still aching from the things he'd done to me. But when I opened my eyes and saw his face in the cold light of day, reality hit like a punch to the gut. The man l'd spent the night with, the one who made me surrender in every way possible, wasn't just a sexy stranger. He was a mafia kingpin-one of the most feared men in the city. And me? I'm the future district attorney, the one assigned to take him down. "You belong to me now," he said, his voice a deadly promise. And as much as I wanted to deny it, I knew he was right. But what happens when the lines between law and lust blur beyond recognition?

His lips stretched into a predatory smile that sent chills skittering down my backbone. “Dance on the nails, Sin. Don't make me repeat myself.” He really was the devil. *** Bound to the notorious murderer who’s put a sword to her father’s neck, Princess Annora, fallen from grace, is made to live in Devil’sDen pack as the slave to her captor, Alpha Aegon. Being the fated mate to the Beta of the same vicious pack, Annora plans to use her mate’s feelings as a triumph card, driving her way up to the Alpha’s heart and hoping to put a knife in it. But life happens in reverse— the Alpha becomes the one ‘putting’ things in her. He’s elusive, the most dangerous man she’s ever known. But he’s just as sweet around the edge, alluring in all the forbidden ways. Her hate for him becomes a three-legged chair— wavering. Alpha Aegon hates the Stormbringers for everything they’d cost him, but taking their little white-haired princess was a complete crack in his mode of operation. As harmless as she might seem, everyone is a victim of her wits. Of course, he thinks he’s excluded. Aegon only finds out he’s been mastered in his own game when it's too late, and everything else hangs in the line. His life. Hers. His Virtuous Beta's. What evil befalls this forbidden attraction? How does Annora outsmart this charming man who’s laid waste to everything she’s ever known?