Novel & Cerita Black Mistress White Slave

My husband, worried I might be lonely, gifted me a little female cat. I turned around and found 50 feral toms to breed her with, making her birth litter after litter until she was utterly spent. It was all because I had been reborn. In my past life, I adored this little cat so much I could hardly put her down. I wanted to eat and sleep right beside her. In just one short month, I aged rapidly into an 80-year-old woman, and the child in my womb withered and died along with me. No medicine could save me, and I simply died of old age. After death, my soul lingered. I saw that the sickly, frail mistress in our household had somehow become radiant and glowing, and pregnant on top of it all. I overheard her chatting in bed with my husband. "Thank goodness I bound myself to the Life-Drain System. I separated my soul, possessed the little cat, and sucked away Leah's life force. That's the only reason I survived." "She should count it as a blessing that you could drain her at all. It's better that she's dead. This way, the position of first wife is yours." I was reborn into a new life, and I smiled. Selling off a mistress would get me accused of treating human life carelessly. But she was merely a cat now, and surely it was perfectly reasonable to breed her for eight or ten litters and produce a hundred-some kittens.

When Eliot Duke, a self-made man crosses his path with Raquel Roswell, he thought that he finally has the woman of his dreams, but fate seems to play a dangerous game. Raquel is married—and he, the greatest Billionaire of his time had just become her illicit lover. ** What Raquel and Eliot shared in Bali was magical. It was more than their pleasure. It was more than the libido they had drowned themselves, and Eliot thought that Raquel was the woman made for him, but she disappeared without any trace, gone without giving him a chance to ask her to become his lover. When fate allows him to meet her again—Raquel was afraid, because she too longs for the man she meets on that beach. One of the greatest scandals. The betrayal of a wife, and a downfall of a man. Will Eliot’s love for Raquel overcome her betrayal, or is she worth going against his principles and his prime?

After being betrayed by her husband and stepsister on her wedding anniversary. Roseline was given a second chance in life to make up for her mistake and take revenge on the people that had betrayed her.

"I, Conrad Alaric, Alpha of the Shadow pack, break every bond that I share with you, and on this day reject you as my mate." Hearing his words caused my eyes to shut instantly, with the whimpering that went inside of me. My wolf was sad. But , it was that day I decided to take the change, the day I put an end to begging for his love. "And what makes you think that I will come back to you so easily?" "Because... Because I think I'm deeply in love with you now, Katherine."

WARNING!!! Contains sucide, strong words, etc please proceed with caution Take off your clothes," he ordered, breaking the silence that seemed to stretch on forever. Honestly, that was the last thing I expected to hear. I had prepared myself for many possibilities, but this request caught me off guard. Did this mean I had unintentionally seduced him? And if I had, did it also mean I was now to be intimate with him? He was undeniably attractive, but did I truly want to become intimate with this strange king? The answer was a resounding no; I did not. With trembling hands, I cautiously reached for the straps of my attire, ready to peel it away from my skin. Yet, something held me back, a hesitation I could not explain. I nervously bit my lower lip and then blurted out without thinking, as I often did, "I am not a harlot," I lied. I noticed the somewhat puzzled look on his face as soon as the words left my lips. "I don't engage in such activities. I'm here to serve you wine, but I accidentally spilled it, and I deeply apologize for that," I hastily added, bowing before making my quick exit from the room. In her darkest moment, a woman named Moon decides to end her life by falling off a bridge. However, the universe grants her a second chance when she mysteriously finds herself in a strange new world, vastly different from Earth. There, she encounters a powerful king who selects her as his mistress, unaware of his dark secret - he's a werewolf and his usually dormant wolf has a strong desire to consume her. As their story unfolds, she must confront her fears, torn between her attraction to the king and the need to protect herself.

My mother sent me to Chicago to marry Marco Ricci. A power move. One meant to cement our family’s control of the city. After all, my grandfather was the one who put the Riccis on the map. They owed us. They were supposed to treat me like royalty. I went to the fanciest jeweler in Chicago to buy my fiancé a gift. But some broad snatched it right from me. Before I could move, the store manager was fawning all over her. “Miss Bianca! A gift from Mr. Ricci? It’s perfect on you!” Marco? My fiancé? So this was his whore. She slid the sapphire ring onto her finger and shot me a look of disgust. “Who the hell do you think you are, bitch? Trying to take what’s mine?” I didn't even look at her. I just called Marco. "Your whore has something of mine. You have three minutes. Get down to the jeweler and handle her."

She was a drug he couldn’t live without. He was her mate, handpicked by the Moon Goddess. But even then, they couldn’t live in peace. Kieth Williams, infamous for his cutthroat tactics, had it all: looks, money, girls, and power. Anything he wanted would always be in his grasp. For him, Amelia Lockhart, a ferocious and ruthless soul, bowed her head, swallowed her pride, and retracted her sharp claws. But what did she get in return? News of his engagement to someone else? One piece of truth and the hope for a bright future and a loving home became nothing but a mere fantasy. Starting anew, she steeled her heart and decided to leave her unfaithful mate behind, disappearing without a trace. Kieth, who thought a mere contract could bind her to his side forever, was flabbergasted! She was his golden canary! How could he let her go? Her absence made him desperate, hurting him more than he had imagined. He frantically started looking for her, only to realize that there was more to the seemingly ordinary Amelia Lockhart than what met the eyes. ......... Kieth's POV: She is not...she couldn't be! How can she be a werewolf? They only exist in stories! Even if she is, then why is she so huge? And why is everyone bowing to her? Amelia's POV: I must have been blind to even give this man a chance! I am the majestic and dominant Female Alpha! I don't need any mate! Especially one so fickle and unfaithful! ………. Note: Curious about the story? Craving more chapters? Then, unlock bonus chapters! How? For every unique review (one review per person), I will release 1 bonus chapter. For every 10 gems, I will release 1 bonus chapter! Don’t forget to bless this story with the gems!

Chelsea Evans is drowning. Her mother is critically ill. The bills won’t stop coming. And when her father is fired from his janitor job, everything she’s been fighting for starts to collapse. Then the man from the elevator turns out to be her only chance. Davis Dylan—rich, arrogant, untouchable—offers her a deal she can’t refuse: her father gets his job back… if Chelsea becomes his mistress. No love. No promises. Just a contract. Thrown into Davis’s glamorous world of power, parties, and public possession, Chelsea is labeled a gold digger and treated like “another one.” But the longer she stays, the more dangerous the lines become—between control and desire, hate and attraction, survival and self-destruction. She needed money. He wanted to have fun. Yet love always find a way.

Born into a blended family, Chantelle grew up on the sidelines, raised with love by her grandmother after her mother's death. Shut out by her father Gérard, dominated by his new wife Rhonda, and relegated to the background behind her pretentious stepsister Mégane, she learned to survive in silence. When her grandmother is diagnosed with a terminal illness, Chantelle's world crumbles. With no family support and overwhelmed by medical bills, she accepts a desperate proposition: one hundred nights for one million euros, with a wealthy man whose identity she will never know. The rules are simple. A blindfold over her eyes, a stranger's touch, and silence. He never speaks. She never sees. He leaves her with anonymous bank transfers... and the haunting scent of his perfume as her only memory. Twelve nights pass. Then, forced by her father to attend a family dinner, Chantelle comes face to face with Mégane's fiancé: Collen Wilkerson—the cold, unapproachable CEO of the powerful corporation where she works as a simple employee. He is a man she knows only from a distance. Arrogant. Untouchable. But when he steps closer, a familiar scent wraps around her, and the world stops. It's his perfume. The same as the masked man. She has already spent twelve nights in his arms. And there are still eighty-eight to go.

Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion. However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her. He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave. My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides. ___________________________ “Yes please.” She begs. “Then fucking let me in.” I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy. It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric. But I never claimed to be saint. “Here that baby, that’s the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me.” “Lazarus.” She moans painfully, “Please let me come.” I’m doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I’m definitely hurting her, “Wanna come?” I rasped, “Not until I say so.” Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks. “Fuck yes.” I smile sadistically, licking her tears. “Cry for me Ma Cherie.” “Please, please let me come My King.” She pleads. “Say it again.” Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, “My King, please let me come. I’ll be good.” I chuckled, “Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you.”