Mistress Blind Novels & Stories

She glanced at Layla who was standing at her side. “I can try harder!” “You have been trying hard for the past two days, I fear that you would become exhausted if you tried even harder.” “But–” “And there's this tiny other fact that her stupid mate and his entourages can't be held down anymore, they sure know how to kill, it is even bad that they have stupid Crystabelle with them,” The Mistress said, her lips pulled into a scowl. She waved her hand in Aurora's direction and the chains which had tolled themselves around her wrists and ankles like stubborn vine unlocked themselves and she fell to the ground but she managed to stand on their feet.

The Acupuncturist came and injected her, after which she was worn a new dress, She was taken back to cell of doom on Alpha Blake's Order. 3:00 PM to 5:00 PM at the hour of the Monkey, In the Royal Mistresses Shed were twelve mistresses of Alpha Blake including Delilah, They all sat around the table filled with treats, hot tea and full fried chickens and some other fries, The mistresses were all looking stunning and beautiful, The Atmosphere was filled with competitive lady, As some of the mistresses oppressed their fellows with their beautiful glow and accessories. "Alpha Blake doesn't see a beautiful gorgeousness like me, and he chose Delilah ? What a sly evil wench" one of the mistress whi

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. ❤️

Just as I was about to respond, another executive chimed in. "Or mine. That silhouette would be perfect for luxury retail." My mind went blank. Wait, were they recruiting me? Already? I hadn’t noticed William approaching until he stood beside us. Quiet. Fluid. A little intimidating. "Jane is currently training under Mira," he said calmly. "She’s not available." The man with silver hair let out a chuckle. "Relax, William. We’re just admiring your...." He hesitated. Then, with a knowing smile, added, ".....mistress."

Sitting on the arm of the chair I’m in, he begins to explain things in a matter of fact way. “Mr. and Mrs. Michaels, this is the best and the easiest way to explain things… Everything you know, all the stories you’ve heard, all the traditions, everything is a lie. The lies started a few hundred years ago. The one story and one prophecy that is true is the prophecy and story of the Mistress of the Veil and her harem of men. The prophecy of the twins is the one that’s been kept hidden since the last Mistress of the Veil and her harem were murdered.”

For a year, yes, but change indeed. What was she going to do? How was she going to act? What if she came across as too desperate? No. What if she seemed too boring? No. Put that on hold as well. What were the things a mistress was even supposed to do? Just sleep with the man? Or was there something else that she should know? Darn, she spent the whole week just wishing it would end, and now that it finally did, she felt foolish for not preparing for the only role she had. Shit! Shit! Shit!

' I whispered I didn't notice when I started crying. 'Easy for you to say, I thought this would too but life doesn't go as planned, coming back I was hit with the reality that it was a fling and you were.....' I couldn't let him finish the poisonous words he was spilling, my hand came in contact with his face. 'I was what a mistress?' I laughed at how ironic this was. 'Lo...'

Luckily, Michael reminded her, or else she might end up talking nonsense again. Although Edward James did not see Clara, the woman sitting with him saw her. The woman looked straight at Clara when she was still looking at him. It startled Clara. On the contrary, her body began to heat up and her mood was uneasy as if she had just been caught by the woman doing her bad deeds. “I thought you said you’d heard of Edward James, so you should know.” Clara wanted to forget what had just happened, so she talked to Michael. “Know what?” “Edward James is a blind man. He’s blind so he can’t see me.”