The Gaze Novels & Stories

“Get away from me,” I hissed, gripping the knife tighter. His gaze flicked down to the blade, then back to me, a slow, amused smile curving his lips. “A knife?” he said softly, tilting his head. “Are you perhaps flirting with me?” I gritted my teeth. The asshole was enjoying this — every fucking second of it. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ When Leah got home early from work, she was hoping for one thing — to fix what was left of her relationship with Daniel. Instead, she walked in on him in the arms of another woman. Heartbroken and humiliated, she stormed out, blind with tears… and straight into the path of an oncoming car. But death wasn’t the end for Leah. No! Death was actually the beginning.

The last thing she saw as her sight got blurry, was the face of her husband with his arms around a strange woman. His gaze held disgust and so much hatred that she wondered how she never noticed it. "You brought this upon yourself. I don't ever want to see you again." She thought she died, but then she woke up. A stranger beside her told her. "I will protect you." But does she want his protection? Especially since the said man promises to give her a life again if she will marry him. Can she turn her life around with his offer, or is she just bound for loneliness?

Connor's missing first love was found. When he received the police call, he lost his composure and rushed out of the office, forgetting to grab his jacket from the chair. The business partners he was discussing a new collaboration with were stunned, all of them unconsciously looking at Anne. "It's fine, continue," Anne withdrew her gaze from following Connor, offering a poised smile as she smoothly took over his unfinished words. "Regarding the investment in the new project..." An hour later, Anne personally saw off the business partners. She returned to her office, picked up her phone, and saw that there were no messages from Connor. Anne called Connor. After a few rings, the call was answered, but it was a girl's voice on the other end.

Narte Fantasia Trilogy – Book 1 (COMPLETED - BOOK 2 COMING SOON)"All I need is the touch of your flaming heart to melt my frozen one."****"Darkness, blood, and death will soon invade our world. Flamis, Glaciers, Baylans, and of all tribes are in danger. Only the Fated Savior can save us all!Born in a forbidden love but was blessed with four great guardians as protectors.We must find her!" I shifted my gaze back at Cool after reading the scroll containing their so-called 'prophecy'."So, how does this explain everything?" I asked with a doubtful look."Simple. You are the Fated Savior and I am one of your guardians. Do I need to tell more?" He answered with a cold expression.

Marissa is a beautiful woman from a privileged family, but has no mate. Everything changes at the annual festival when her gaze collides with Justin, the devastatingly handsome and ruthless son of the Lycan King. The pull of the mate bond hits her like fire, but Justin doesn’t acknowledge her as his mate. Instead, he offers something far crueler: he wants her to be his toy, his distraction, while he prepares to wed someone else. Forced to work for him under the shadow of their bond, Marissa wrestles with her pride and desire. She won’t beg for love, but how can she resist the man who sets her soul ablaze—even if he’s the one who might destroy her?

"When Sophia's father falls deeply in debt to the ruthless billionaire Marcus Thompson, she's forced to pay the price. Taken from her home and held captive in Marcus's opulent mansion, Sophia must navigate the treacherous world of wealth and power. But as Marcus's gaze lingers on Sophia's beauty, he begins to realize that his desire for her goes far beyond mere possession. He's falling deeply in love with her, and will stop at nothing to make her his own. As Sophia struggles to escape her gilded cage, she must confront the darkness of Marcus's past and the depths of his obsession. Will she be able to break free from his grasp, or will she become the billionaire's captive forever?"

"W-Well, that part is very dry. When I'm doing it with someone else, it's very dry, chapped, and it hurts a lot too. I can never get it to lube up even after a long time…" I gaze at Audrey Lawson, whose beautiful face has gone red from embarrassment. Then, I glance at her smoking hot body. After gulping quietly, I tell her with a smile, "Ms. Lawson, your problem seems a little complicated. I dare not give a verdict right away… "Why don't you go behind the curtains right now? I'll use a device to check what the problem exactly is. "Ah, and by the way, remember to take off your pants."

Love is mystical- It could turn a devili into an angel and transform an angel into a devil. Olivia thoughts she was married to the man of her dream, a man who she could trust with all her fragile heart but Maverick Slade broke their oath after Olivia went to jail for his sake, accusing herself for a crime he committed. The career she struggled to build over the years crumbled, her name as an outstanding fashion designer hit the mud but she clinged unto the hope of seeing her husband, Maverick behind her, making up for the lost but she was wrong. In the prison, Maverick came to her with a divorce paper, wanting the marriage quit. “I'm not going to marry a criminal!" He pushed the paper across, his gaze cold and fierce.

Maeve Ford after graduating high school decides to leave Cario, Egypt for the united states of America in search of her brother who had gone missing for years, to find some clues which could lead her to her brother, she steals a book sorted out by every illegal syndicate, powerful Clans, and even the Mafia, this makes her become a target, and amidst everything she gets caught up in a misunderstanding, entangled with a cold-hearted Ceo, and with the increasing need to find her brother she goes into a contract marriage with the enemy """""''''''' " Let me be clear Miss Ford" He growled, his voice slightly husky but cold, his gaze never leaving her face as he closed the distance between them, trapping her with his hands against the wall. The fresh musky scent of sandalwood mixed with some other fragrance that would usually put her in a conscious state filled her nostrils but this time she was more concerned with how close their bodies were. Her heart began to race, and her breath caught, she didn't like the way her body reacted to him but she had no control over it. She clenched her fist with her gaze fixed on him, and his on her, his silver-grey eye terrorized her but she wasn't willing to show any form of weakness. He leaned closer toward her ears and she finally let out her breath but the relief was short-lived as she felt his breath on her skin, causing a chill to run down her spine. "I don't care what image you've built to convince.." He whispered, his voice raspy as his words trailed off after which he continued."But, I won't hesitate to kill you, if you so much as pose a threat to his life."

Elarie Newton thought she could hide her secret forever. After becoming pregnant with no idea who the father was, she buried her shame, concealing the truth for months. But when her father, Alexander Newton, found out, her world crashed down in an instant. "Get out of my house! I don’t have a daughter who’s a slut like you!" Alexander’s voice had cut through the silence like a blade. Abandoned and alone, Elarie had been left to fend for herself. Five years later, she was still fighting—fighting to survive, to raise her son, Daniel, and to give him a future. But the load she carried was becoming unbearable. With Daniel starting school, her low-paying job barely covered their bills. Then came a glimmer of hope. A job interview. Her final chance to turn things around. Elarie stepped into the conference room with her heart pounding, filled with hope and determination. Behind the massive desk sat Danreb Scott, a man whose cold, calculating gaze pierced right through her. “So, Ms. Newton…” He had dragged his eyes from her feet to her head. “…do you really think you’re capable of working with me without a degree?” Elarie’s breath had hitched, but she had straightened her spine. “I’ve done more with less.” This was her chance to prove that her past didn’t define her—that she was more than the broken girl her father had cast aside. But would Danreb Scott see beyond her scars, or would her past continue to haunt her? But one thing was for sure. Elarie was ready to fight for her son’s future, even if it meant working under the icy gaze of the man sitting across from her.