Mistress Del Rio Novels & Stories

Be it a Don, even governors, big men in Mexico, he fears no one “Enough with the crying señorita, strip!!! He said unbolting his shirt. She has never been so fearful in her life, he wanted her to strip naked He is going to see all of her, this monster will see her nakedness Austin wants to have his way with her She has never had sex with anybody, she's a virgin She has always wanted to give her dignity to the man she loves And now, here she stood in front of Austin Hernandez Giving it to him, giving her pride in this monster Will she have to give it up? Will she have to give it up in this unfortunate way just like that? A second past, an idea popped up in her head She just prays it works, th

"You are going to be alright, I have rescued you from those heartless bastards." Dolores shook her head, pulling away from the hug. "I'm not free," she whimpered, her voice cracking ever so slightly. "Madam Dinero and her minions will be here any minute to pick me up. All Fernando did was hire me for my services. I'm still a whore and a prisoner to those ruthless monsters."

Her gown is a masterpiece. "Oh, speaking of you..." Adonis smiles, immediatdiately, Caitrona turns to take a look at the person. This girl... She mutters as her smiling expression was quickly replaced with shock. Adonis smiles. "Caitrona this is Madame Duilio. Madame Duilio, this is my wife, Caitrona Dellucci!" Madame Clelia Tussauds Duilio, Milan richest female, Auction founder. Caitrona stretch out her hand for an handshake. With her normal genuine smile as usual. "Nice to meet you Madame Duilio,"

I had a chance. But back in the matriarch’s suite, the moment the heavy oak door clicked shut and the lock engaged, the tears on Rita’s face vanished as if they had never existed. Her posture straightened, the “fragile mother” act melting away to reveal a cold, reptilian calculation. She sat back down at her vanity and picked up the binder, casually flipping to the page detailing the “College Night” dosage—a specific combination of drugs she had researched and suggested to Daniel five years ago to ensure the Villaruel fortune stayed within their control.

"I invoke the right to a Çûšščræ Dęvœl." Mistress Toussard looked behind her to where the women had begun whispering amongst themselves. She let loose a huff of laughter, and the hordes of women broke out in laughter as well as jeers before she turned back around to look at Lady Lucia. As she walked closer to her, she folded her velvet sleeves to expose scarred forearms. The scars on her hands continued past her wrists, her skin littered with many ropey, cross-hatched lines. "I am Mistress Toussard, head of Tirria, do you understand what it means to challenge me to a duel?"

Wasn't she? "Where were you?" "Downstairs talking to that lawyer" Mario answered for her. Dominic's mouth twisted in anger. Why was she still in contact with that lawyer? Hadn't they gotten what they wanted from him? She hadn't seen Thane or another man for weeks so he'd thought... How foolish of him. Acting differently didn't mean she'd changed. For all he knew this was another one of her games. She couldn't be trusted. He should just cut all ties with her. Force her to leave the country forever. Natalia was a dangerous woman. If she wanted to, she could destroy him. He should be thinking of where to bury her so she wouldn't divulge his secrets to someone else. Not thinking how adorable she

"Stay there I'll get you some blood that I keep stored here. You need to regain your strength." "I prefer mine fresh," The Mistress snarled. Before Cade had a chance to give her a retort about how he was out of fresh blood, she was already leaping across the apartment. She landed on his back and knocked him to the floor. The Mistress wasted no time in driving her nails deep into the small of his back and curving them upward so that they were grazing his heart. Cade froze with fear. "You've failed me tonight and I had to give up a great prize. Pity," she cooed in his ear. "I had such high hopes for you as my sheriff once I'd taken over, que sera," The Mistress sank her fangs into Cade's neck

I had been an oracle since birth. Whatever I said would come true. When I first started to speak, I said that my father was going to be rich. That night, my father won a lottery that was worth a hundred million dollars. When I was six, I said the village chief’s grandson would return home safely. The next day, someone found him covered in dirt at the village entrance. When I was eighteen, I commented online that Harrison Corporation, which was almost going bankrupt, would bounce back. As expected, two weeks later, their share prices reached a new height. Hence, Brown Corporation invited me as a respectable guest due to my accurate predictions. However, I had just barely stepped thr

He wanted to see her like this. " What sudden happened to you sweetheart?. " He asked seeing her silence and chuckled when she blinked without any emotion. " That day you were giving your philosophy about RESPECT... Wouldn't you save respect tonight?. " He asked darkly while staring at the goddess of beauty who was lying on his bed. NAKED. " Hmmm?. " He hummed in asking tone while tracing her facial bone by his finger tip making her shiver more. " I told you to not reject my proposal of being my one night stand partner but you rejected and slapped me... Now look you are here on my bed as my mistress for the time till I am not getting bored of you. " He said like he has won a great trophy.

“Am I supposed to watch as you and my son make a mistake? I was under the assumption that Charlene had misunderstood. It turns out that Brendan is actually keeping a mistress in the villa!” All the blood drained from Deirdre’s face instantly when she heard the word ‘mistress’, especially when it came from Madame Brighthall who used to care about her the most in the past. She hastily explained, “No… I… I’m not…”