Mistress Blind Novels & Stories

That word from him seemed to drop like a bomb and sent the room into chaos. Briannna charged forward, grabbed his arm, and questioned him. "And you claim that she isn't your side chick, Spencer? Will you continue denying now that things have come to this?" Her eyes were reddened, and she looked as though she was trying her best to put on a strong front despite having been wronged. "Between me and her, there can only be one. You must make your choice today!" Her friends backed her up, saying, "That's right! You might be the CEO of a large corporation, but that doesn't mean that you can have a mistress!"

“My answer is no, Mr Miller. I will not become your side whore....” “Language, Ms. Robinson.” Jack suddenly interrupted her. “And you won't be what you're calling it. You'll be my lover. My secret lover entitled with everything.” “Saying it with fancy words doesn't change the fact about what you just asked of me, Mr Miller. A mistress, a secret lover or a side chick, whatever you might call it, it's still horrible, and I'm not that kind of woman.” Ana showed how disappointed she was before she looked away. If not that they were inside a moving car, she would have already gotten down from the car.

It was mesmerizing. He couldn't help but notice the fact that she had yet to look into his eyes! "I apologize, she is blind" Antonio spoke up as he took a step in front of his daughter in a protective stance. The prince simply nodded and tried to keep his mind off of the woman that intrigued him so much. He didn't miss the fact that his wolf was going crazy. She was his mate but she was also a Vampire. A Blind vampire. It was as if something in him switched off. The moon Goddess had given him a defective mate.

Trying to find where I had gone wrong, but I came up empty. The sex was passionate. The kisses were passionate. The conversations were passionate. The only common denominator was her. I had caught glimpses of her a few times before, through a polaroid Stefan kept in the slip of his wallet. She had porcelain skin, dark hair, a clear complexion, and golden brown eyes that were enough to lure any man in. I knew what he had seen in her, and for that I didn't blame him.

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.

"It's just that with the way he is taking everything slow like some gentleman, I am going not going to get sex from him anytime soon. He probably thinks I am a virgin, Chris! Or he might say he won't have sex with me until marriage! Geez, babe, I will lose my mind!" "And you think sleeping with Michael is going to help you not lose your mind?" "Yes. I will sleep with Michael every time I want to... You know, just until Daddy's boy makes love to me and I can decide if he can satisfy me or not!" Christine slapped a hand to her face and shook her head. How did she end up with a friend like Ruth again? "Think of it as a win-win. You will be meeting Alex Pencraft and you can celebrate your appoi

“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.”

He uttered. “W-why are you doing this to me S-sir?” “I like you Celeztine.” That made my eyes widen. “That’s impossible,” I replied, I barely saw him, just on posters and banners most of the time. “It’s not.” “If you’ll ask me when it started, I have no time to explain it.” He whimpered. “Well then, you ask for the wrong person. I would never be your or anyone’s mistress.” I uttered firmly.

“So, you think you can actually kill me?” The mistress merely waved her hands in the air. “You’re confidence irks me so much; how ‘bout we break it a little, shall we?” She didn’t wait for Dark to answer; instead, she pointed the stars one by one, their twinkles becoming a little brighter as they moved toward each other. From its brightness came the picture of a woman screaming in the forest, the sky aglow with thousands of stars and the moon beaming down at them as though the woman hasn’t had enough.