Death's Mistress Series Novels & Stories

She said, "I''m just annoyed that Lord Storm isn't treating her the way she should be treated, She isn't in a cold dungeon but a nice room and even a room in Lord Storm's resident mansion, She eats nice meals, Bath and even have a servant ?" The last mistress walked in and added to Mira's insults scornfully. "She's Diane the last mistress, She killed the her Co mistress who was favoured by lord storm !" Vera quickly whispered inaudibly to Valerie's ear from where she hid so closely at her back.

I suddenly remembered that wish. It is said that she was raped and found dead under a bridge. the suspect is unknown but in the investigation, it is said that the suspect is someone she knows because there was no struggling until she was killed. It was very tragic. I looked at the disgusting man who is eyeing me like I'm some kind of delicacy Don't tell me he is the culprit - - -? He was about to touch me with his disgusting hand but I punched in hard in the face that made him fall to the floor.

I’m a grownup woman. “Interesting.” Nathan is following me. “I hate you. Don’t humiliate me.” “I’m not, it’s just fun to watch you and Arthur play like a secret lover but the truth is you’re not.” I rolled my eyes and manage to escape him. It’s not like I don’t know that. Can’t he just not ruin the fun? I know it’s not fun being a mistress or being the other woman but I’m enjoying my setup with Arthur plus his wife and him are clearly over from the look of it so technically he’s just married in the paper.

I asked firmly but deep inside I’m trembling in fear. “I don’t want to go around the bush Celeztine, I’ve been a very straight person. I want you to be my mistress.” He pointed out. “A M-Mistress?” “Are you kidding me S-sir? Who would agree on that? Who wants to be a mistress anyway?” I asked unbelievably. Is this happening? “No one wants to be a mistress but sometimes you have to analyze first before you reject the offer. Who knows this is your chance to save your father?” He uttered.

Or else, death. The mage noble gifted the magical room to the old mistress during her early days in the organization. The magus noble had once assigned her to handle the trivial matters of negotiation with the clients and procurement of goods. From the basic necessities such as food and getting new slaves for the auction house. At first, the old mistress ran the business as normal. That was until she heard the news of the few slaves she auctioned off dead on some dark streets or died in the murky mines.

she sneered. Icran sighed, "I'm restating my offer, Rhaenyx. Join me, kill the Princess and the Prince, then stay as my Queen. I've already shown you I can force you and we both know you hated it." Rhae chuckled, "What about Dynamere?" "Dynamere is dead, her neck snapped. Something very strong killed her. She had shards of her sword in her chest and she was thrown into a wall that crumbled around her." Icran rubbed his temples.

Reid's voice cautions, cutting of his brother Alcott. One of them sighs deeply before the spoon drops back on a plate. "Let her rest then. Hopefully she will not wake up dead like our mother," Parish's voice mutters. Like their mother, the goddess? How could she have just died in her sleep? Their father, the former King, had accused his mistress of killing his wife. He had the mistress burned like a witch. Some say that the mistress was the most vile of all women to ever exist. And that their mother was the kindest of women, the goddess of light herself.

“What caused the mistress’s death?” “The family doctor stated that the mistress died from a lung condition she had suffered from for a long time. But when Miss Elena, our mistress’s sister, arrived and requested an autopsy on her sister’s body, the master firmly refused and even berated Miss Elena in front of all of us. Not only that, but the master also firmly rejected Miss Elena’s request to take Miss Jenny with her. Yet after the mistress’s death, the master’s attitude toward Miss Jenny did a complete 180. Not long after, the master brought a woman named Sarah and her daughter, Julia, into the house. From that moment on, this house, which had once been peaceful, became oppressive. Mrs. Sa

“Now ride him. His face. While he’s still soaked.” Liane dropped, mounted Gabriel’s face, and cried out as his tongue found her again. Mistress sat back on the throne and spread her legs. “All of you. Watch me cum.” They did. Her fingers circled her clit, slow, precise. She watched Liane tremble, watched Eren sag, watched Gabriel give every last bit of himself. Then Mistress threw her head back and moaned — low, guttural, victorious. Her orgasm rolled through the room like thunder.

It was like cleaning up the chaos did not just involve the suite; it pulled at the chaos inside me, too. I took a shower. The warm water poured over me like a silent lullaby, washing away sweat, dust, and despair. I stood under the stream longer than I needed to, letting it numb the noise in my head. When I stepped out, I wrapped myself in the thick robe and padded barefoot to the bed. I lay down and stared at the ceiling. My body was still, but my mind carried me to another world. A darker one. Garrick’s mansion. The memories came in waves. I thought about the grand staircase, the velvet walls, the women I once called my sisters. Glenda with her false kindness, Natalie with her sharp eyes,