Death's Mistress Series Novels & Stories

For those following the investigation into the false identity linked to the mistress’s name, she began in a steady voice, something disturbing has been confirmed. “The woman whose face …the mistress has been using died eighteen years ago,” she continued. “There is no official record explaining how she died. No accident report and no medical explanation.” My grip tightened around my phone. And based on everything we’ve uncovered so far, she said, this points directly back to the mistress. The comments exploded instantly. “The innocent woman was most likely killed so the mistress could cover her identity and continue her hidden agenda,” the secretary went on. “This was not a coincidence…this w

I have to live… for them, she told herself. “Please, Sir… don’t kill me. Let me live,” she rasped as Justine’s hand closed around her throat. The pressure tightened, stealing her breath. Tears streamed down her face as her vision blurred. She could only look at the man before her — handsome, yet merciless. The world spun and darkened. Then suddenly, his grip loosened. Nadine collapsed to the floor, coughing violently, clutching her reddened neck.

Is this the moon goddesses way of punishing me for being so darn stubborn and choosing love over my Pack? Why punish me like this? Of all the ways-- hell, I'd take death! Anything… anything but this. "This is who saved Mother when she passed out," Ruby smiles sweetly in his direction and once his eyes leave mine to respond to her tenderness, I feel it. The harsh tightening in my chest like thunder struck twice that area. The bitterness that wells up in my wolf like never before. Listening to my husband's mistress giggle over the phone is nothing compared to this. I feel as though someone drove a dagger right into my soul and split it in too.

She couldn't stop thinking about Grace's words regarding suspecting Jack having a lover. The fact that Grace had called her a tramp and other kinds of names was getting to her. She closed her eyes and allowed the droplets of water pour on her face as she now got her hands to roam down on her wet hair which now stuck to her back. It didn't matter if she wanted Adam and loved him more than anything, it was still a fact that she was his mistress, his secret lover whom he was hiding from the world.

The mistress exhaled sharply through her nose, something between amusement and condescension. “Spoken like someone who doesn’t yet understand how this world works.” Her fingers trailed along a shelf as she moved, brushing against glass vials and ancient tomes. “Tell me, girl, do you know what happens to creatures that don’t adapt? That cling to foolish notions like mercy?” She gestured lazily toward the cages. The scorpions inside skittered toward the bars, segmented tails lashing as if desperate to sink their stingers into flesh. “They die,” The mistress said. “Or worse—they become someone else’s plaything.”

“don’t worry about it Sarah and I want you to stay, it’s not easy to find a nanny who takes care of the family like you do, besides I need you to take baby John to the hospital tomorrow, “ she said with sarcasm but at the same time like she really meant it. “You don’t have to accommodate me, I will leave” “No, don’t. We don’t want to raise suspicions to the public, we know just how much they love juicy stories, and besides its good for the wife to know her husband’s mistress, you know to be sure they are safe from any wild sickness, we are healthy Sarah aren’t we?” “Yes, ma’am” “And faithful to our husband?” “Yes, ma’am” “Good, I have something to ask of you and this is not a request,” Prisc

Fucking bastards. "I got your message. I've also got good news," Reigns, my informant, tells me on the phone. He's an Impure just like me, and he has a knack for gathering the deepest information as though it's easy peasy. "Tell me everything," I urge. "Well, I found out that the actual reason why Mistress Noir died and came back to life...is because she's an Impure." I freeze, my eyes widening. "What?!"

THE CONTENTS OF THE STORY IS FICTIONAL AND AN ORIGINAL WORK OF THE AUTHOR. THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE:- DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1, 2 & 3 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME

“And very soon, she will take over this soul too.” I clench my fists. “Who?” The woman inhales slowly. Then, in a voice like the death knell of a world, she speaks. “The Goddess of Chaos and Death.” The air turns ice cold. “The one destined to end this world.” My heartbeat roars in my ears. “The end to all beginnings.” The shadows in the room seem to close in. The walls press tighter. “The soul your mate…Sera…signed a contract of death with her.” I don’t want to hear it.

She got on her knees and felt so weak and lost, that she couldn’t even cry. There was a smell that usually accompanied death and touching them, it was no dream. The cold got transferred to her and she was shaking. But still there was still no blood and no…no sign of her mistress. She was filled with strength and she was running up the stairs. “Mistress!” she whispered. She was scared to scream in a house of the dead. “Mistress!” and she was in her office with her Mistress on the floor on her back, just lying there in the middle of the room lifeless.