The Gaze Mga Nobela at Kwento

The was a slight opening that would allow me to peep in then thats when I'll decide what I do. Perfectly aligning the right eye with the opening I looked inside . I took a step back not believing my own eyes. Felt like my own eyes were betraying me. My heart beat picked up beating fast like never before. Fewling like the oxygen was being sucked out of my lungs. A man was ontop of what looked like a lady and fondling her. What in the world is going on here.

My lips are clearly reflected in the pupils of his eyes. I press my palm into the silky material enveloping his whole being. Instead of being dissuaded he clasps his hands around mine and continues to edge his lips closer to mine. "Uriah-" I spew gracelessly. He leans back and narrows his eyes on me. His face is filled with confusion. "What about him?" His fingers slide across the top of my hand as he loosens his grip. A shaky breath enters my lungs as he takes a step away from me. I want nothing more but to escape his burning gaze.

That smirk curled again. "I said… after." I groaned again, bitterly amused, for yes, of course, I would obey. I had no choice. I wanted to obey. Every part of me wanted to obey. But I rose, moving toward the bathroom, still hot and flushed, every nerve still alight, feeling him watch me, that possessive, unrelenting gaze that made me want to cum again just knowing he was looking. I swallowed hard, fixing my breathing. “Devin,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

*** Noah had already prepared a Gaze Reader to meet us in his home. No words come from anyone as we sit down in his living area, all on separate chairs around a small table. The Gaze Reader is the same one from my last attempt, where I changed my mind. I’m too frightened that one word may send everyone spirling into a fit of anger, even if both Cian and Noah seem rather solemn right now.

The weight of their gazes bore down on me, amplifying the turmoil within. I could see the intensity in Nate's eyes as he looked at me. They were like two pools of molten amber, glowing with a mixture of determination and longing. The flickering light from the nearby torches danced in his irises, adding an ethereal glow to their depths. There was a depth to his gaze that seemed to hold a thousand untold stories, a silent promise of a connection yet to be fully explored.

S-Sir. "Shut up," Gaze yelled angrily to the cops before barging into the mansion. He noticed that his wife was not inside, so he searched the entire mansion but was unable to find her. "Fuck, where are you?" he mumbled. Gaze had never been this nervous in his entire life. Something bad could have happened to his wife. He was about to return to the kitchen when he was drawn back by the sight of stairs leading down. He frowned because he had just noticed stairs leading down to the mansion.

Likewise, I needed space. That was when I felt something different. Not a gaze that weighed. A gaze that burned. Not like the others. Not invasive. Not appraising. Different. It wasn’t a look that undressed me. Didn’t measure me. Didn’t compare me. It pierced me. My body reacted before I understood. A strange heat climbed the back of my neck. My breath faltered for a second. I turned my head. Nothing. I kept walking, trying to ignore it. But the gaze returned. Fixed. Silent. It didn’t undress me—it held me.

Powerful burning gaze. Amara felt it on her back, a power burning gaze which made her a chill run down her spine. Her hands became numb and throat tightened with emotions. She slowly turned around and her eyes met with sharp dark eyes which were looking at her with an obsessed look in them.

I am not sure why I think of it that way but I feel like that is what the I am having the perspective with is trying to say to me Somewhere in the place in front of his eyes I feel like it's looking at something that he can never take out this gaze. It is as if he is looking for something that can never be gone from his sight. That even blinking his eyes would make it vanish and be out of his sight. I am just concluding in myself that this person is a man and this person is closer to one we talk from a while ago. This is so unbelievable why do I acted like this. This ain't a guessing game... is it?

was all I heard from the conversation so I just presumed since I didn't answer, he did for me. The man’s eyes bore into me, and every second under his gaze felt like an eternity. It wasn’t just a casual glance; it was invasive, like he was stripping away every layer of my being with his stare alone. His eyes traveled over my body, slowly and deliberately, wavering over every curve and detail, as if he were memorizing me. There was a darkness in his gaze, an unspoken hunger that made my stomach churn with unease. His lips curled into a faint smirk, one that didn’t reach his eyes, and I felt my pulse quicken in alarm.