Pria Menatap Mata Wanita Novels & Stories

Juliana was too busy paying attention to the father and child in front of her to the extent that the woman didn't even realize that there were two people watching her from a distance and started moving closer to Juliana. "Juliana?" The call broke Juliana's reverie, she immediately turned her attention to the source of the sound, to be precise a woman dressed in fashionable clothes and a distinctive smile. Talita waved at Juliana. Juliana was shocked to death when she saw Talita, or rather when she saw Wira standing next to the woman. Juliana immediately turned her attention to William who was staring at her too. "Excuse me for a moment, sir," said Juliana.

The woman looked into her eyes and replied, "It's about Prince Everett's mate."

Trisha stopped paying attention to the list on her desk, and stared at Ria behind her thick glasses. She noticed it too. "You want to see it now?"

Nyra smiled lightly before looking back at Lira, like she had seen a flash of excitement in my eyes. “You want to know how good she is?” Nyra muttered out, beckoning on Lira who walked towards her, her rounded nipples doing nothing more than causing a confusion in my head. Now they were two naked women right in the same room as me and I could do nothing more than watch and wait for my luck. Lira got in front of Nyra, she had a smile on her face as she stared down at Nyra. She bent over, while Nyra sat uprightly pushing her legs up on the chair and spreading it widely apart. I moved my butt away so I could give some space while I stared at them both in awe.

The eyes of the three women immediately swept over Ria and they exchanged glances with each other. Their expressions were unreadable as their lips curled into what Ria felt was barely concealed disdain. One of them, a tall woman with sleek black hair let out a low hum as she eyed Ria up and down severally. "So, you are the famous Ria that Olivia has been speaking about." Ria nodded while she endured the weight of their scrutiny. "Yes, pleased to meet all of you," she said with a forced smile. "Alright ladies, let's take a seat and enjoy the picnic," Olivia said in excitement. This caused Ria to wonder if she was blind to what was going on.

“Reeve, that’s exactly it. Zane, you’re still too stiff. Relax your shoulders, soften your gaze.” I gave a curt nod, rolling my shoulders back and unclenched my jaw. The morning light caught her profile —catching the curve of her neck, the line of her jaw, the way her lashes looked longer without those heavy glasses. The white sweatshirt the wardrobe had given her now made her eyes lo— “Zane, I like the way you’re staring.” Priya’s voice cut through. I tore my eyes away sharply. “No, I wasn’t.” Priya’s brows furrowed slightly. “Relax, you sound like I caught you cheating.” She glanced back at the monitors. “Actually, keep staring like that. It reads as affection. Like you can’t take your eye

Priya said. “All studios start with one thing on the wall.” She crossed the room and stood beside her and looked at the print, a woman from behind, looking at something outside the frame, the particular posture of someone who has decided to look rather than look away. “What made you buy this.” “I don’t know,” Priya said. “Something about the looking.” Dara looked at it for a moment. “She’s not anxious,” she said. “She’s just… looking. Like she’s allowed to.”

“Jeneta?” I looked past Jinhai’s shoulder. Nonso was walking toward us, a woman trailing a few steps behind him. She wasn’t with him because her eyes were fixed intently on Jinhai. Nonso’s gaze flicked rapidly between me and Jinhai, his mouth falling open in stunned silence. “Li Yue?” Jinhai called out calmly, addressing the woman. Both Nonso and the woman turned. Nonso quickly swung his attention back to us, confusion deepening on his face.

Further, in the shadows, a male figure slumped, gazing wistfully at a cracked glass half filled with water. One of the standing women glared at me. She was a portly figure with a round but unpleasant face. Her eyes were narrow and set deep in her skull, the creases around them making them appear all the more ugly. Thin lips stretched in a grim line under a flat nose, and her cheeks sagged. Her hands moved to her broad hips, daring me to approach. The other woman was a more friendly sight. She was dressed in white and pastel blue, and her blonde hair was pulled back in an untidy braid. She looked at me kindly, but her large eyes were sad, and her smile did nothing to alleviate that.

Ritha smiled at her and said in a very emotional tone, " May Lord Shiva protect you from all the evil eyes , my son. " Again some motion behind Ritha caught her attention but this time she played smart and inspite of turning back, she lifted one of the silver plates from table which worked as a mirror . Ritha keenly observed the spectator who had it's face covered with a scarf just leaving it's eyes to be visible. Ritha's attention drifted to the spectator's hand because apart from eyes, only the hands were visible which were holding the wall . She came to a conclusion that this hands belonged to a woman as it was slim. It was useless to go behind her as she would disappear again so Ritha