Pria Menatap Mata Wanita Mga Nobela at Kwento

THE REUNION “Your name?” The woman’s eyes remained riveted on the paper in front of her face, forcing Natalia to stare at the crown of her blonde head. Yet, despite the cloud of hair that obscured her face, Natalia easily recognized the unmistakable delicate features of the woman—Rebecca Laitin.

She gasped and took a step back. The woman’s stern face did not once shift as she raised her hand swiftly, making Anelia flinch and pit her hands over her cheeks. When nothing happened to her, she popped one eye open to find her pointing at the wall. She opened the other eye and let both her eyes following her arm up to the notice on the wall.

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.

She’s standing by the beach, bathing in the heat provided by the sun. A lady officer is watching her from a close distance. Must be to protect or to prevent her from running. Matt is walking beside me like I asked. I can’t do this alone and I need someone to pull strength from if I needed to. “Priya.” I stood beside her, gazing at what she’s staring at. I’m expecting her to talk trash like she did all these months ago. But her response stunned me beyond words. She didn’t say anything, no; I felt her arms around me.

Shaina gulp down looking enchanted by his appearance, he look like a beautiful character from a comic book, far more better than that. "Oh my God!" Someone scream looking enthralled and make her jolt out of her daydream. She snap her eyes at the one who just scream giving a long glare at her and the others who are staring mesmerized at him. Feeling threatened by their gazes, Shaina quickly rush to his side and engage her arm with his, she turn back to glare at the women to show them their linked hands.

Sia stared at the woman in front of her for a good five minutes, trying to assess as much as she could from the latter’s physical appearance. She had long blonde hair which she tied back in a fishtail braid. Her stunning blue eyes were framed with dark glasses and were looking at Sia with interest. Her facial features were sharp and yet, she had a delicate aura to her emanated by her soft plump lips and hourglass figure. She wore a light pink jacket and pencil skirt with a white shirt underneath. Overall, she looked gorgeous and totally the kind of woman Julian would be interested in.

There was a slight edge in his tone and his eyes turned the coldest Nirvana had ever seen it turn to since she had known him. He was standing closer to Nirvana than she thought and that allowed her to direct a glare at him in an attempt to warn him, but he continued to glare ahead as if he couldn’t feel her glare. “It is rude not to introduce yourself first before you ask for another person’s name.” Nirvana scolded. “It is alright, it is right that he is suspicious of me,” The woman nodded, wringing her fingers before folding it into a fist. “I am Ria.”

Both Preston and the woman turned to look at who joined them. Luna stood a distance away from them, her gaze darting between the two of them in confusion. Judging from her bulging belly, the woman must be several months pregnant. The woman was equally looking at Luna, but unlike Luna, her eyes were full of surprise. She wiped the teardrops at the corner of her eyes and gave Preston a small smile. “I'd better leave now,” she said and walked past Luna, her eyes down the whole time. Luna looked at the woman's receding back, then looked back at Preston with a quirked eyebrow.

I observed the stark contrast between the two women. Imani had long, dark brown hair styled in intricate braids adorned with golden accents. Her skin seemed to shimmer with a golden hue under the torchlight. Beatrix, on the other hand, had straight, flowing golden blonde hair, and her pale skin glowed like the moon. Despite their physical differences, the look in their eyes was the same. Imani's black eyes and Beatrix's pale blue eyes regarded me with little empathy. They saw me as a nuisance at best. "Mai, come here, dear. Everything will be okay," Nita gestured towards the woman hiding in the corner, concealed by shadows.