Pria Menatap Mata Wanita Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

He raises his eyebrows, amused. He thinks it’s a joke. So did I, at first. — You haven’t pulled out your pocket mirror to check the blind spots yet, so no, not yet. But I don’t laugh. I fixate on a woman two tables away from us. An elegant brunette in her forties, who is softly smiling as she talks to her companion. And then, without changing expression, without even turning her head… her eyes slide briefly in my direction. It’s not a hostile gaze. Nor even frankly curious.

Ariana answered with a sweet smile on her face. "Ariana..." Mrs Caitlyn sighed softly. Ariana crouched in front of her. She was aligning her face with the beautiful face of a woman who, even though she has aged, still looks youthful because of the diligent care she undergoes. The woman was still trying to show a pitiful face.

The woman who he had just with earlier is still with him. Matt immediately handed me a glass of water. "What happened? Drink this, babe," he asked. I tore my eyes off them and got the water that Matt handed. I slowly drink it while trying to stop myself from looking at them. "Thank you," I said after. "What happened? Are you fine now?" I nodded at him. I looked straight at his face, avoiding the two people at the back but I can still see them in my peripheral vision. I saw Petter pulling a chair to make his woman sit on that.

“Liviana?” The woman hums, chewing on a fry. “Yes?” She asks, staring past him at the screen and doing her best to avoid him by focusing on the ending of their movie. It takes no more than a moment for her view to be blocked, her husband jeopardizing her sight when he steps before her and crouches, leveling with her. She blinks. “Hey!” She complains. “What are you-“

Third Person's P.O.V Circa sipped her drink gently from the exquisite glass in her left hand, her gaze fixed on the dancing mortal and princess. She grinned and shook her head slightly as she straightened her unkempt hair. "Vreihya doesn't change a bit; she truly has to be threatened with a steal before she fights for something," she laughed towards the man across the table. They are at a table in the portion of the room where the two are dancing, but they cannot be seen or felt.