Pria Menatap Mata Wanita Novels & Stories

Routine. Safe. But the feeling didn’t leave. Aira took a few steps forward, her attention sharpening. And then she saw her. Not clearly. Just a glimpse. A woman standing near the far end of the lot, partially hidden beside a car. Still. Watching. Aira slowed. Their eyes didn’t meet, not directly. But something about the way the woman stood—too composed, too deliberate—made it impossible to ignore. Then someone walked past, blocking the view for a second.

Her hands were on the table, fingers laced together, and they were not entirely still. A waitress came. Priya ordered tea without looking at the menu, the order of someone who needed something in front of her rather than something to drink. When the waitress left Priya looked at me properly for the first time. "You look like the photos," she said. "From the news. They weren't kind to you. The photos." "No," I said. "They weren't."

And at that exact moment… Every screen inside the penthouse turned on simultaneously. The television. The security monitors. The tablets. Everything. A woman’s face appeared on every display. The woman in white. Smiling. Watching. Waiting. And this time… She was looking directly at Elara. For one terrifying moment, nobody moved. The woman’s face filled every screen in the penthouse. Televisions. Security monitors. Tablets. Even the digital display above the fireplace. All of them showed the same thing. Her. The elegant woman in white. Smiling.

Her skin was paler than Layana’s but anyone could see the resemblance between the two women Her face was emotionless as she looked at the dragon and then the three men before her eyes settled on Layana, her mask cracking as her pale face become even paler a hand went to her heart as she stared at the young princess before her, it felt as if time had stood still as the two women forgot about everyone else present.

The same group photo they’d found earlier. Young faces. Smiles. Summer sunlight. Her mother. Richard. Mercer. And several people they still couldn’t identify. Ethan pointed toward the edge of the image. A woman stood partially hidden behind the others. At first glance she seemed unimportant. Almost accidental. But once Aria noticed her, she couldn’t stop looking. The woman wasn’t facing the camera. She was looking directly at her mother. Watching her. The expression wasn’t friendly. Or affectionate. It was calculating.

And kept only what did. Aria stepped forward. Slow. Deliberate. Damien moved with her. Liam followed. Formation intact. Unspoken. The figure didn’t react. Didn’t shift. Just watched. As they approached— The light adjusted. Sharpened. And the details became clear. A woman. Older. Not in age. In presence. Her features were precise. Defined. Not softened by anything unnecessary. Her eyes— Clear. Cold. Certain. Not empty. Not curious. Decisive.

The woman’s gaze exuded warmth, softness, but also a depth of love and unwavering concern as she observed Aria and Luna, igniting an insatiable curiosity in Aria's soul. As the scene faded and the woman’s ethereal presence slipped from view, Aria's eyes fluttered open, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her heart. Who was this enigmatic woman? Why had she been watching over them, and what connection did she share with their past? Each unanswered question deepened her resolve to uncover the truth—a thrilling pursuit beckoning from deep within her spirit.

Playing it until Reina's desire came hotter, making Alta couldn't beae his libido a little longer, then he made love. As the two were nearing their peak, the door suddenly opened, a woman stood watching the men who she was always waiting for each day. The woman looked at both people lact with a wounded look. "Altair..," called Green with the remaining energy and tears rising in her eyelid.

At that point, she was more gentle with people so that she could find an answer from them. "We don't know what you're saying, beautiful woman," said an innocent-looking young man. Jirah noticed something strange in the ladies' sight. The two women in front of the crowd were completely engrossed in their cell phones.They were not alarmed by her rebuke, which seemed to be just deafening. When Jirah and her lover attempted to approach them, the two suddenly ran quickly to the abandoned house.

she murmured, her voice low but gentle, "how are you feeling now?" I could only nod a little, even though I still felt disturbed within. "I'm fine." She looked at me for a beat longer as if she didn't think I was telling the truth, but didn't insist. "Fine. Did you see that woman beside you some time ago?" I asked. Kira blinked. "What woman?" "She had black hair… brown eyes… sharp, hawk-like. She was standing right beside you when the priest was praying." Kira shook her head slowly. "I saw nobody."