The Gaze Novels & Stories

There I was, totally perplexed by the color of his eyes and his intense and expressionless gaze, I felt the heat rise to my cheeks and for some strange reason I looked away, which surprised me even more, he turned his face in another direction and went on his way... Who was this man whose presence overwhelmed me, whose eyes mesmerized me? I could only be a kind of God on earth because it was impossible for a simple mortal to be so perfect, so beautiful, so incredible... What I didn't know is that this being would quickly become the center of all my problems and all my pleasures. "Because when seduction not only overrides your sanity but your whole being, you know you're lost"

“What was that?” He asked, as he pressed me against the wall, trapping me between them. My gaze fell onto his lips, and an irresistible urge to lean forward and taste them surged within me. He gently tilted my chin upward, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Look me in the eyes and ask again,” he remarked with a smirk, his lips curling seductively. I swallowed nervously, staring at his captivating face. No man should possess such beauty but he did and I could sense the pride exuding from his words. “I was wondering if you were dropped on your head when you were a baby.” 💗💗💗 Warning: Contains mature scenes not suitable for readers under the age of 18.

After the birth of our daughter, my husband left for a dangerous mission. My in-laws' initial joy soured, and they regarded my baby with disdain. Maria, my mother-in-law, was particularly scornful. In a rare show of familial love, my father-in-law Lincoln took my daughter out for a playdate. I thought he had finally grown fond of her, only for him to strike me the moment he returned. "How dare you betray my son! I'll kill you!" "Yes! Beat that loose woman to death together with that brat!" Shifting my gaze from the report on the floor to my furious father-in-law, I pulled out several photos—my naked mother-in-law Maria, caught with another man. "Let's see who the real loose woman is!"

I never wanted a mate. Especially not a possessive Alpha whose every gaze set my skin burning with desire. But the Moon Goddess had a sick sense of humor. Because the one man who was my destined mate? He was my twin sister's mate too. Kayla planned her whole future around finding her mate, and now I was the obstacle standing in her way of happiness. The abomination bond was one problem, but how could I protect my dark secrets when all eyes were now on me? Just one touch, and I had to choose between a once-in-a-lifetime love or letting my twin mark the alpha as hers officially. I was running out of choices, but fate had only begun messing with me

Working in the Sex Industry isn't always what it's cut out to be. Some find love, like to cause chaos and others just simply try to get away with murder. = Six lives, one book and an endless rollercoaster of fun! = --- Amar lowers our hands, removing the gun from my grasp and he waits for Vanko to re-enter the room, passing him the murder weapon to dispose of. I feel Amar turn away from me and I turn to face him, wrapping my hand around his arm. When he comes to a halt and looks down at my hand, "What now?" I ask him. "You are free to leave." He says as he elevates his gaze to mine, staring me directly in the eyes.

This is the English Version of my story. Hiraya Frost Akira is the unbeatable, undefeated, and fearsome underground fighter. Anyone who challenges her would be beaten into pulp, lives hanging by a thread. People called her an incarnation of a devil. Her gaze alone could give you a cold sweat and make you feel an intense fear. But then an accident occurred, and she transmigrated inside the body of the timid and weak Princess of Esperanza Kingdom. Frost received the Princess's memory, and saw the suffering, pain and miserable life of the Princess inflected upon by her loved ones and the people around her. Frost then bowed to help the Princess achieve happiness and exact revenge on her behalf. Never would she have expected that her reincarnation would be the salvation and hope of the people in that World.

"Stop… please stop… There are too many of you. You'll break me." On the bus back to the village, three rugged men from my hometown spread my legs apart and tore a hole right through the middle of my stockings. Steve Axwell, who lived opposite, said lecherously. "Kendall, I've watched you grow up. Let me check if you've started growing hair down there yet." Under the gaze of those big, strong men, I felt a mix of ache and itch. I couldn't stop myself from getting wet. "You're this soaked, and you've never been with a man? Don't worry—today, we're going to satisfy you real good."

"I hate you" He muttered, his hands on both sides of her cheeks, holding her face up to let her gaze meet with his own cold and seemingly angry gaze. "I hate the fact that you are just a substitute mate for me! I hate that you and your family tried to trick me! I hate that you are the twin sister of my mate! But then...." His gaze suddenly softened as they fell from her eyes to her lips. "But then, why do I want you so much at the same time?" His eyes showed his frustration. "Why do I want to rip away your dress and run my hands over that sexy body? Why do I want those lips on mine and mine only? Why do I want to do unspeakable things to your body? Why do I want you in a way I didn't even want my true mate? Why, Ethel?" He groaned and bit hard on his lower lip. "I want you, Ethel. I don't care about you being the twin sister of my mate, I just want you" with those words, he closed the space between them, taking possession of her lips. * Ethel's life had always been hell with her father who despised her but there is a huge change in her life when her twin sister, Lucy, who is mated to the Alpha gets into an accident that puts her in coma and Ethel now has to take her place, as a substitute mate for the Alpha of the pack until Lucy wakes up from the coma. The rule binding her is simple; she is not allowed to love the Alpha. But what happens when attraction, want, desire find their way into her new life?

For years, no one had been able to activate the last dragon's heart. No one except a poor young thief. ___ She only had one job–stealing a precious stone. Yet it landed her with an overbearing dragon. ___ Locked and chained, Scar suddenly awakened when his heart palpitated for the first time in decades, coming face to face with a young girl cradling his heart. In his vengeful attempt to get it back, they activate the spell binding him to her. Now not only was his heart stolen, but he was also enslaved. Scar vowed to kill the girl once the bond was broken. The only problem is no one had ever successfully broken a dragon bond, nor would it allow him to harm its new master. ___ "Oh... um ... sorry. I didn't mean to…um.. pry. I'm... gonna go now." I stuttered, inching backward from his penetrating gaze, glancing around for a way out. "I don't know who you're, but I do know you're not here willingly. Seeing as you're chained and all." Silence. "How about I set you free, and in return, you get us out of here?" Silence. Maybe he couldn't talk, so I did the only thing I could. Grabbing the keys, I fumbled with the heavy chains of his cage. His gaze finally shifted to the wooden box I dropped on the floor. "Fancy, isn't it?" I said. "I've never seen anything like it before. But then again, I'm not familiar with expensive stuff." A deep rumble rattled from his throat, freezing me in place. I glanced up at him wearily. "Run." And then he was charging towards me. ___ Tropes: Enemies to lovers. Hidden identity. Reverse harem. Betrayal. Revenge. Arranged marriage. Contract. Escape with pregnancy. Forced proximity. ___

It was our sixth wedding anniversary. Lord Tom didn't pledge his vows to me, but instead gave me his family's crest—a dim, unstable mark, the mark of a blood slave. That very night, while solemn hymns echoed through the hall, he performed a blood oath ceremony with his pure-blood first love, Lady Mia. I refused the mark. He let out a cold, humorless laugh. "Love is a luxury only immortals can afford, Rowling," he said. "My union with Mia is a political necessity—to maintain the purity of the bloodline." His gaze turned icy. "You are a mortal. You should be content with my protection. Few receive such a blessing." I didn't speak.I left before dawn. Six years later, we met again at a banquet hosted by the Vampire High Council. Tom walked in with Mia, her silk dress shimmering silver in the moonlight. Under his rule, his family was about to gain a seat in the Senate. His gaze found me. I stood in the hotel's decorative fountain, the water up to my ankles, soaking wet, sand clinging to my dress. A familiar look of contempt flickered across his face. "Rowling," he said coldly. "You refused my protection, mocked my generosity. Now you're rummaging through a public fountain like a beggar." The corners of his mouth curled slightly. "Do you really think any vampire would take in a mortal without a protector?" I didn't look up. I was searching for my son's tourmaline that had fallen into the water. But to my son, it was a seal—an ancient restraint, suppressing a power that shouldn't awaken so early. I could already feel it weakening. If the seal cannot be repaired in time, the power erupting within him will destroy the entire building.