Novel & Cerita Pria Menatap Mata Wanita

He was breathing hard. Priya had reached them now. She was not breathing hard. She had kept a steady pace the entire time. She stopped in front of the man. He was on the ground, looking at everything except her face. She crouched down where she was at his level now. He still wouldn't look at her. "Look at me," she said. He looked at the ground. Damien reached down and put two fingers under the man's chin. Not hard but just enough. "Didn't you hear what she said?"

Sure, there was a slight hint when we fucked, but this is way bigger than that. The two women inside, one strapped to a bed, the other woman holding a whip, looking away. I don't need to see more. The second window was just like the first; however, a woman was naked, kneeling with her arms bound behind her back, and there was a man and a woman with her. Okay, I can cope with that; my mind is processing the thoughts well considering, reaching the third window, I feel brave glancing inside.

Third Person: Damian silently watched what was happening. There was still no emotion on his face. While the two women with him continued trying to pull the waitress toward their table, he remained seated, as if carefully studying the young woman's every move. He noticed her trembling hands. Her pale face. And the eyes that were on the verge of tears from fear as she desperately tried to free herself from the two women's grasp. "Please, ma'am..." "I-I'm just a waitress..."

Cyrus nods, and they all take a deep breath before slamming the door open. Inside the room, they see a figure standing in front of the window, their back turned towards them. The figure turns around slowly, and they see that it is indeed a woman with Danielle's face. Leita steps forward, her hand on her sword. "Who are you?" she demands, her voice firm.

She turned around and her brows arched in confusion, seeing an old woman in front of her. That woman's face didn't ring any bell in her head, because she was seeing her for the very first time in her life, but just the way that woman's dark blue eyes were roaming all over her body, Eizlina immediately understood she was never going to have a good moment with this woman, because just her mere gaze told her that this woman didn't like her. Eizlina saw that woman coming closer to her. Prisila immediately bowed in front of her, but that woman just signalled with her hand to leave, and Prisila left instantly, leaving them alone.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN The Woman In The Car Aria's POV I didn't move. I just stood there on that pavement with my phone in my hand and looked at her through the tinted glass of that black car and she looked back at me. Neither of us blinked. Neither of us looked away.

Riana looked closely at her lover, and impatiently awaited an answer from Wira. Wira was still trying to remember if it was really that woman, but her appearance, and personality were very different from the woman he remembered. As far as Wira knew, only one woman looked at Riana with a look full of envy, and hatred. The woman whose face was full of acne, and who even glared at Riana whenever she saw her.

The city moved outside like it always did—crowds flowing, lights flashing, strangers laughing like nothing in the world was breaking. But Nori felt watched. Not in the paranoid way of fear. In the precise way of being measured. She stepped closer to the window, parting the curtain just enough to look down at the street. A woman stood on the sidewalk across from her building. Still. Not doing anything. Not looking at a phone. Not talking to anyone. Just standing there with her face tilted slightly upward, eyes fixed on the dark shape of Nori’s window as if she already knew where to look.

Blythe's gaze turned sharp as she scrutinized the woman before glancing back at Kai, whose expression had shifted. "Kai, I’ve been searching for you, and here you are," Blythe declared, her tone carrying a hint of challenge as she intertwined her arm with his. "Don't ignore me!" The woman's grip tightened on Blythe's shoulder. "Who the hell are—" Before the woman could finish her sentence, Blythe swiftly freed herself from her grasp and locked eyes with Kai. Ignoring the woman's growing frustration, Blythe's attention remained solely on Kai. As Kai's gaze lingered on Blythe, his surprise was palpable, unable to tear his eyes away from her captivating presence. Blythe exuded an undeniable bea

, she said, yanking her wrist free from Massa’s grip. “Wait!”, Sia yelled. Prita halted, biting back a smile. “Yes?” “I have a better idea”. “You do?” “Yeah”. “Say it”. “I have a woman that I think you might be interested in”. Massa glared at Sia. He was encouraging his mate and her choice of partners! So unethical! “Sia…” Sia ignored him. Prita’s eyes lit up. “Really? Ooh, tell me more. Is she pretty?”