Scrutinized Novels & Stories

No… “Yeah well… He should have known better than to come here undercover…” AJ shrugged his shoulders before he gulped the entire scotch. Lillianna stood there frozen. Paul? They were talking about Paul, she felt it… “Oi…” AJ clicked his fingers at Lillianna now. He wanted a top up… Oh… “Babe, I think boss wants another shot…” Britney was speaking to Lillianna now. Lillianna shook her head trying to shake herself together before she refilled his glass.

This is the worst of times to think of something like that. He heard sounds around behind him and spinned around, turning face to face to Serena who looked she might faint. Her skin was sickly pale and there were dried tears on her cheeks. He glanced at the door and then at her. She didn't hear everything he discussed with Scarlett , did she?

Their scrutiny raised goosebumps along my arms despite the warmth of the crowded room, a primitive response to predatory attention that no amount of composure could fully suppress. Watching. Calculating. Assessing my worth. These weren't casual observations born of idle curiosity. These were deliberate evaluations made by men who had built empires on their ability to read people, to identify weaknesses and strengths with a single glance. I could almost feel them stripping away layers of pretense, searching for the truth beneath the carefully constructed façade I presented.

, Harry said and the two of them turned to look at him before they nodded their head in approval. * * *

“With who?” Somidah asked when I told her. “Didn’t you hear what I’ve been saying?” “I did. I just want you to repeat the words.” She clarified, as if my words were unfit for the ears. I nodded my head listlessly. “I didn’t open up to you for you to judge me.” “Oh, come on Evelyn.” She prompted softly. “I’m not judging you. You know I can never do that. I am just a little sceptical because I know you like nothing that is unfit and breeds disrespect.”

"Go on stop looking at me." "Are you going to watch?"

Lucian warned, his voice dangerously soft. Sebastian merely chuckled, shifting into professional mode. He checked my temperature, listened to my breathing, and asked a few rapid-fire questions about my symptoms. Throughout the entire examination, Lucian stood leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, watching us with the intense, predatory focus of a hawk guarding its territory.