Death's Mistress Series Novels & Stories

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

“Please pick up the folders, Ms. Escobar.” I bent down. My hands trembled as I picked up the folders and put them on his table. There was a long silence between us. Lifting my face to look at him, I saw him watching me intensely like I was some movie that piqued his curiosity. “You’re too young. Did you enjoy being my father’s mistress?” he asked with a blatant tone. I felt dismayed at his accusation. He was no different from the people in this school. “You ruined my family.”

"Oh? It seems Mistress was right in sending me. They are all dead." The lady swiftly identified a few well known Divine Servants amongst the several dead. The remnants of their auras were easy to pick up since they hadn't been dead for long. The proud woman slowly took a few steps forward and moved in the direction of the most familiar auras. Her expression became increasingly cold as she approached the place she sought and once she had reached her destination, her face twisted into a nasty scowl. Her eyes were red with rage when she saw the bodies of her people. These were her servants! Their bodies weren't intact, but she recognised them easily. She said nothing, and with each passing seco

“She knows that we were fucking each other behind her back. In our own home.” My heart stopped beating. My eyes widened as I stared at him, the blood completely draining from my face. “She found them, Sandra. She saw the video tapes. The sex tapes we made,” David confessed, the brutal reality hanging in the quiet air between us like a executioner’s axe. “She watched it. Every single thing. There was absolutely nothing left for me to say to defend myself, because the truth was right there in front of her. She knows you were my mistress.”

"What kind of terrible things are you saying? Mom is perfectly fine! Waverly just called her yesterday!" "Martin, I'm not lying. Mom is really dead! You're the one who killed her! Please just let her rest in peace, I'm begging you..." However, Martin refused to look at me anymore. Right in front of my eyes, he slammed the urn hard against the floor. The moment it shattered, the ashes scattered in the wind and landed on my face, as if Claire was wiping away my tears one last time before drifting away. In that moment, my heart completely broke. I crawled to where the ashes had fallen and scooped them up as tears poured down my face. All the grief and rage in my heart transformed into pure hatr

"You think posting something online can force your way into our lives? Keep dreaming. A piece of trash like you isn't even worthy of carrying my shoes. You're only fit to crawl under a bridge and find a homeless man!" Her filthy insults came one after another, each one testing the limits of my patience. I genuinely began to wonder if there had been some kind of mistake. How could this possibly be the girl Nathaniel had described? I took a deep breath, suppressed the anger rising in my chest, and spoke coldly. "Listen carefully. I'm not a mistress. I'm Nathaniel's mother. In other words, I'm the biological mother of the fiancé you're talking about."

Tears glistened on her cheeks, catching me by surprise. "What do you mean?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. She smiled faintly. Her once bring eyes, now dimmed. "I was Raul's father's mistress before we got married," she stated quietly. My eyes widened—I hadn't expected that. "Yes, Angel," she went on, her voice steady but laced with pain. "I was his mistress. The difference is, he already had a child with his wife." I stared at her, speechless. She played with the water as she spoke, her story unfolding like the ripples beneath her fingers.

*So she isn’t even the real thing and was running her mouth off at Leah, talk about hardcore fake* *I always thought that there was something weird with her, a gal ain’t allowed to be that pristine* *Nw, I feel kinda sorry for the mistress who had to lose her man to her* *I feel rather glad for the mistress. I mean, her bf was blind enough to choose the fake heiress over her. It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband*

I hope you felt the emotions, the pain, and the happiness that came with their love story. Meaning of the Story: The Mistress is more than just a tale of betrayal and love — it is a story of forgiveness, redemption, and second chances. It shows that even when love is tested by lies, pride, and mistakes, true love will always find its way back. Lorain’s strength reminds us that pain can turn into power, and that forgiveness is not a sign of weakness but of courage. In the end, the story teaches that real happiness comes when we choose to let go of the past, forgive, and love again — not because everything is perfect, but because love deserves another chance. ❤️

Their whispers sliced at my ears like knives. They'd never know that, although this was the hundredth time I'd asked for a divorce, tonight was the first time I had enough savings to leave with Mom for good. … That night, muffled groans drifted from the master bedroom as I stood outside and listened. Jaxon had a rule that if his new mistresses needed guidance, I was the one who had to teach. That meant I'd taught the last 99 mistresses myself. Jaxon sounded pleased as he called out, "You're so soft, Ellie… Scarlett! Bring me that box from the closet!"