Pria Menatap Mata Wanita Novels & Stories

Maxime peeled the mangoes while Athena sat peacefully, watching. Marcus eyed the woman, who was staring back at him. ‘She’s beautiful. I wonder who she is?’ He wondered.

Elaine looks at Kiara with a frown and denied her question, rolling her eyes before staring back at Tanya, trying to remember where she has seen Tanya. “Hmmm~ we’ll I can agree that she looks beautiful and elegant” Kiara stare at Tanya and observe her face, facial expression, and movement. Nodding in agreement on a sentence that Elaine never said in the first place. Tanya who was happily talking to Athy felt the stares from someone, she stops talking to look around and when she turns her sight to the left, her body flinch. “!!!” Tanya’s whole body froze when she saw Elaine and another lady staring at her, she instinctively looks away.

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.

"It is still showing five devices. Are you carrying anything illegal?" "No," said Ria as she continued to do her work. The woman in front of her did not move. She moved the cellphone around Ria's face in a circular motion. "You sat beside him. You must have something." said the woman. Ria looked at her stunned. 'Is she crazy! Does she really think anything will become visible if she does that?' "What are you looking at? Do you work." said the woman. She turned and walked towards the others. 'Stupid rude woman.'

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.

He turned his attention to the conversation again, but his eyes still followed her every movement. Sienna stood beside him. The woman looked as poised as ever, her gown of pale green complementing her grace. But as Aria passed, Sienna’s gaze followed her too, silent, unreadable, and distant. It was hard to tell what she was thinking. Maybe she, too, saw something different in Aria tonight.

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

I entered the room and was about to open my mouth and say something when the sight before me made the words travel back down my throat and air filled it instead. A woman was standing at one side of the room, dominating it, while Prisca was almost pinned to the wall in the small space she stood in with a dress in her hand. Okay, what is going on? Should I also be concerned about the presence of the older woman? Aria put yourself together.

Who had worn Marta’s face into the lodge this morning and sat at our table and listened to every word we said with cold grey eyes behind borrowed warmth and then walked back out and reported to someone who was not Caius and was not Sera and was not anyone we had named yet. I looked at the person standing between Priya’s warriors. They were not bothering with Marta’s face anymore. It had dropped the moment Priya brought them into the meadow, like a coat shrugged off, and what remained was a woman of indeterminate age with grey eyes and no expression and the particular stillness of someone who has been caught and has already moved past the catching into whatever calculation comes next. She was