All Chapters of Lustful Eyes: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Enjoying the view?"She gasped and looked behind her and saw Alexander standing there with his arms crossed on his chest. He was wearing a grey t-shirt and black trousers. She immediately looked down, to avoid staring at him. Emma did not want him to think she was gawking at him, even though he looked handsome in his casual clothes with his hair slightly pushed back. She took a deep breath and took a step forward to walk past him. But, he grabbed her hand and stopped her.Her heart started to race, but she tried to calm herself by taking deep breaths."I didn't tell you to go, did I?" He asked in a low voice. She shook her head and whispered."No, master." He hummed in response and pulled her close to himself, smashing her back to him. His hands were wrapped around her as he rested his chin on her shoulder.Her body started to shake, feeling him so close to her. Her soft petite body was pressed onto his rock-hard physique. She wanted to tell him to get away from her since she was de

21st June 1998It had been six months since the boys were with Arabelle. She was taking good care of them, feeding them on time, buying them new clothes and toys. The most cheerful between them was the precious Li. He would always smile every time he would see Arabelle. It filled her heart with extreme joy. She loved him dearly, in fact, she loved both of them dearly. Li's older brother was the quiet one, he did not speak much to anyone in the house, not even to Arabelle unless she spoke first. Now, Arabelle and the two kids were sitting on the couch of the two kids' bedroom, playing with Li. She peeked over her shoulder and saw the older kid sitting on his bed, staring outside the window. It was almost like he was staring at nothingness. His eyes were always so blank, it was hard to read what was in his eyes. At this age, he was supposed to be cheerful and full of life, not scared and distressed. But, it was not frighting that he felt. It was something else, something Arabelle could

The floor smells nice. Faintly woody. Guess most people don't have a reason to sniff it. A foot to the neck is plenty of reason. Of course, I kicked at the other leg, and of course, its owner falls, but heavy blows as swift and plentiful as the shooting stars were supposed to be last night remind me it was not a fair fight. The explosions of pain forced me into a fetal position, for what little solace it provides me. Couldn't smell the floor anymore, only taste blood.By the time they left, I got barely stood up on my own. My hand slammed on the wall beside me, on which my backside was smashed before the beatings I got. My hands were all bloody and I noticed a bloody handprint on the same wall. I was having trouble breathing, my bag was lying on the floor, and it looked more peaceful than I ever was. The moment I fully tried to stand up, my legs gave up on me, making me fall back to the ground. It was around 4 p.m., the basketball field was always empty at that time, the reason why no

Her eyes would not shift from the luxury polished window before her. The beads of the rain were as clear as a crystal, and the pitter-patter sound of the drizzles was giving her a bizarre comfort, as the raindrops battered on the glossy window. It had been raining all day, the day was breezy and boisterous. She glanced around the clock and found out it was 2 p.m.How long has it been raining? She thought to herself. It was not a usual thing to rain all day but she liked it. She liked looking out at the rain. But, she wished she could get out of the house, into the garden, just to feel the drizzles on her hand. It was not possible, she works there, and she could not just think about enjoying her time in the rain when there are tons of work due.However, she perked up and walked towards the window. She could at least watch closely, right? Her palm involuntarily touched the window and she could feel the moisture on her skin and the coldness of the breezy weather. How delightful sight was

29th October 2000It was one of the darkest nights, he was in his room, curled up in a ball while lying on his bed. The beads of sweat dripped down his forehead to his bedsheets. His body quivered and he found it difficult to open his eyes. He gasped for air.Another nightmare broke into another anarchical repose. The ticking of the clock stopped and was replaced by the sound of the tintinnabulation. Alexander's eyes were wide open when he heard the ding of the clock bell. His room was encompassed by darkness. But that was how he liked it. He liked being in the dark because the tenebrosity was the only thing that could perceive him and was parallel to him. He was not more than seven years old. But he understood the clandestine of the darkness.At that moment, his nightmare was more violent and brutal. The loud gasps coming out of him and the continuous flowing of the egestive on his body were the evidence. His hand reached for the lamp on his bedside and switched it on, defeating the