Im A Mistress Novels & Stories

Soon I felt him breathing normally and caressing my scalp. " You're not getting it. Whether you treat me like a mistress or not doesn't matters. Because I'm one. A woman who sleeps with a man without love, a relationship, or before marriage is addressed as a Mistress. On top of that, I get paid for my service every time. Isn't it? " I said and he went stilled. He cursed under his breath and took hold of my chin. " Then tell me what do you want me to do? Should I marry you because of that! " he snapped at me making me cry more. I wept like a baby burying my face in the sheet.

He gave her a quick kiss on the shoulder and then said, "That's good. Because I don't like sharing what's mine with other people." "I have one condition. May I?" His eyebrows were almost together. "What condition is that?" "This deal only applies if neither of us has a partner. Even though I'm your woman, I'll still stick to my principles from the start. I never wanted to be a mistress."

"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."

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. ❤️

That day changed her from the sweet and lovable girl she was to the girl am living with Well everybody deserted her but not me She's more than my boss she's my daughter And I'll do everything within my power to keep her safe and maybe help her find love But the only thing bothering is why would my mistress buy a male slave? We have so many maids in the mansion so what's the need to buy a male slave? It's kinda weird ! I exhaled deeply and covered my self with the duvet and drafted off to sleep Next morning..... I walked downstairs to prepare breakfast for my mistress,miss Tina and apparently the new slave

"Stella, come on. You see dirt in everything because your own head's full of it. We grew up together, and you know me. Waverly's like a little sister to me, nothing more." Back then, tears had filled my eyes. I had never seen any "little sister" hold hands going to and from work, let alone sleep in the same bed. I could not help but fire back sarcastically. "I don't care if you're her big brother or her lover. It has nothing to do with me. But right now, neither of you is touching anything in Mom's room!"

“Like something’s about to happen and no one wants to say it out loud.” “They are.” “For what?” The woman didn’t look at her. “For things to settle.” Eira let out a quiet breath that was almost a laugh. “It doesn’t feel like it will.” “No,” the woman said. “It doesn’t.” That sat there for a bit. Eira pressed her lips together, then said it before she could overthink it. “They call me Mistress.” She picked at a loose thread on her sleeve. “Because I’m a concubine to my own mate.”

With or without a girlfriend With or without a wife As long as they are bearable in my eyes, I will flirt with them. I two-timed and three-timed. trying to find love but no matter how hard I tried, I still can't. Then when I saw Alex after so many years, I found it again, and surprisingly, even I'm a mistress, I became loyal only to him and offered him everything. I'm actually a slut but I'm a proud slut because I never bedded a man aside from Alex.

Mistress Ais replied first. Her words were the same as the recent ones, borrowed from the naughty flicks on the trillions of videos and information on her database. Though it was not really what she wanted to say but judging on its positive effects unto men and the resulting actions of those words, she concluded they were the best ones to use for the occasion. After they had broken the seal of friendship and entered into the new realm of romance and lust, Mistress Ais could not be more different than the last month of her conscious memories.

It was deserted there and maybe Gladwin had left again or she hadn't come back yet. Lucy gave a tissue to Lilyana who was still crying. "Let me get you a drink." The woman then got up from her chair, she headed to the kitchen and got a glass of water for her best friend. "Lucy." Lilyana said, still sobbing. "Yes, Lily?" "Do you believe that Ed has been cheating on me?" Lucy who heard the question could only remain silent. She didn't know what to say while Ed Shane's mistress was the girl she had hired.