All Chapters of Lustful Eyes: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

2nd January 1998He was sitting quietly on his bed, a brand-new yellow RC toy car resting by his side. Most children his age absolutely loved toys like that; they would happily play with their remote-controlled cars and plastic helicopters all day long. But he was not like the other kids. He never felt the innocent need or desire for shiny toys or stuffed animals. The yellow car beside him was still securely sealed inside its cardboard packaging. He hadn't even bothered to open it. His dark eyes were locked heavily onto the marble mosaic floor, but his mind was somewhere else entirely.But where? What could an eight-year-old child possibly be thinking about so intensely?Arabelle walked into the little boy's bedroom with a bright, warm smile on her face. However, it quickly faded when she noticed his deeply gloomy mood and glanced at the completely untouched birthday gift.She walked in hesitantly and took a seat on the mattress next to him. He was so entirely occupied with his dark th

1st October 2003"Good job, Alexander. Keep it up," his karate instructor praised as he was handed his new belt.At the young age of ten, he was already a karate champion. He had recently begun attending a highly prestigious institution for martial arts because his foster father had firmly decided that he needed to be ruthlessly strong, both mentally and physically. He had a private tutor for absolutely every subject; Xander King demanded that his foster son be the absolute best at everything he touched. Carlos, who was fully known as Alexander by then, only got a few sparse hours off from his grueling, military-like schedule.He was sitting quietly in the backseat of the luxury car, with his foster father sitting rigidly beside him. Arabelle had to run some errands, so she hadn't been able to join them."Well done, son," Xander congratulated him in a flat tone.Alexander didn't reply; he simply looked at him and gave a curt nod of his head. He had never been a talkative person, nor wa

The Christmas holiday was fast approaching, and a few of the maids who worked at the estate had already received their letters of approval for the break. Emma didn't know if Alexander personally allowed them to leave for the holidays, or if Ela was strictly in charge of things like this. However, she had overheard Ela talking to Alexander on the phone last night. She hadn't meant to eavesdrop; it was entirely unintentional.The maids were standing around in the kitchen, chatting excitedly with each other. They were thrilled to finally be able to leave for their own homes after working so hard for such a long time. For a brief moment, Emma thought of her previous Christmas holidays spent with Caroline. Her delicate face lit up with a bright, genuine smile at the thought of seeing her best friend very soon. She simply couldn't wait! Christmas without family was depressing; it was the one day of the year when families spent quality time together without fights or disagreements, and she de

It was phenomenal. Having her in his arms, her fragile little body pressed tightly against his hard one, was something he had always imagined. Her soft warmth was soothing him; all his built-up tiredness and strain vanished into thin air.His body was completely relaxed, but he couldn't say the same about her squirming, quivering form. He perceived clearly that she was terrified, but he was absolutely not willing to let her go. How could he? He wanted her close to him. He had maintained his agonizing distance from her for a long time, but how much longer could he hold his beast at bay?It only caused him intense anguish and desolation. Alexander perceived that the effect she had on him was harmful—menacing and treacherous. But he simply could not find it within himself to stay away from her.The sound of her soft cries and terrified sobs coerced him to embrace her a little tighter. She loathed it, but he didn't care. He wanted her by his side, and she would be, whether she liked it or

Her bruised bottom lip quivered in both sheer physical pain and the freezing cold atmosphere. She wasn't wearing any warm clothes, nor had she been allowed to bring any warm clothes with her. It was not cold outside, but the specific place she was trapped in was freezing. She was still wearing the same damp red top from earlier.She was sitting on the cold, hard concrete floor of the darkened room. Her bare bottom half pressed against the freezing floor, which only made her shiver even more violently. She scrunched her eyes tightly and tried desperately to figure out where she was. But there was little to no light in the entire room. Her heart was beating so incredibly fast that she felt as if the thudding could be heard by anyone if they were standing nearby. Unfortunately, there wasn't a single soul in there with her.She was never a people person. Her shy, introverted, and timorous nature had always been a massive hindrance in any communication she had ever tried to initiate. But at