Mistress Dungeon Novels & Stories

He said, "This is my sister, Sophie Vaughn, and this one…" When he introduced me, his voice faltered. Their gazes both landed on me. I clenched my fists tightly to stop myself from crying. Elias' cold voice slowly said, "She's my sister's friend and a student working at my house. She's basically our maid." My heart completely froze. So after six months together, I was just a maid to him. I was someone he could kiss and sleep with, but never publicly show. I swallowed the bitterness, straightened my back, and forced a smile.

I sat on the relatively clear part, clutching my knees while curling in a ball swinging back and forth and did the only thing I could - I cried. Maniacal laughter echoed out of nowhere, and the doors, which I hadn’t seen in the dark before, opened. Marcellus came in with a gang of his demons. The sinister, distorted cackle came from his servants. The devious smirk plastered the corners of his lips was the only curve that contrasted his face fuelled with disdain and disgust. What is that thing with men? Every man that I met in my life looked at me with that kind of look. I am probably not the prettiest woman you will meet. I am also aware of the gooey shit I accidentally smeared on my head a

Unfortunately, the rose-colored glasses of the past were too thick, and I had not been able to see his true nature clearly. Coming back to my senses, I saw Martin reaching out to help me gather the ashes from the floor. "Stella, I didn't know Mom's condition was that serious. I thought you were lying to me. I'm sorry... Can you please forgive me?" Just as he was about to touch Claire's ashes, I shoved him away hard. "Get away from me, you murderer! What right do you have to touch her ashes? Don't dirty Mom's path to peace." Martin lost his balance and his forehead struck the broken fragments on the floor. Blood immediately gushed from the cut and trickled down his chin.

"Oh fuck! Yeah! Harder, baby, uhhh!" A sly smile formed on my lips when I heard loud moans inside the room that I was about to raid. I tightened my grip on my gun as I leaned against the door; I could still hear their bodies, the creaking of the bed, and their moans and obscenities. They're in the middle of savoring the ecstatic feeling of sex, and here I am, staring at the door lock, already plotting my next step. "Ahh! You're so good!"

"Ready to play, Charlotte?" I swallow hard. Tilting my chin up. "I think so, Master, yes." My Master and Michael lead me downstairs, through semi-lit corridors, to a thick, carven, oak-fronted door. Pushing it open, they pause at the doorway to let me see inside, pointedly allowing me the space to back away if I want to. Inside, arranged as the kind of classic dungeon you could see in any Hollywood movie, it has every appearance of a Medieval torture chamber, with a rack, chains and manacles hanging from the walls, and a heavy, timber carved cross mounted upright.

Chapter 13 Just A Glimpse Joe navigates the winding halls of the underwater palace, his heart beating with anticipation. He searches for Madissa, knowing she can guide him to Nerissa's chamber. Spotting her in conversation with Selena, he patiently waits until they finish speaking. As Madissa turns towards him, her face brightens with a warm smile. "Madissa," Joe greets her, "I've been trying to find Nerissa. Could you please tell me where her chamber is?" Madissa nods and provides him with clear directions. Grateful for her help, Joe follows her guidance, determined to find Nerissa and share a moment of connection.

"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."

she gestured toward the distant church spites visible on the horizon. “Mestre Escuro thinks you can slip inside through the dungeon entrance beneath the cathedral. No guards, no traps– an easy way in for someone who is not… like us.” Lady Escuridade’s voice grew more intense as she spoke. “The Cathedral?” Amelia echoed. “What is in the dungeon?” Lady Escuridade’s expression darkened at the mention of the dungeons, her hands clenching into fists at her side. “Corrompido,” she said flatly her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. They have been down there for years– tortured, starved, broken.” She paced across the watch tower platform, the tattered hem of h

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.

Once, it was rumored that the Mistress made the then governor of Tuscany destroy a bill on closing the shipping ports and cargo airports for investigation as cartel wars were breaking out all over the state. “W– what do you want from me?” He stutters, wary of her sharp nails that clink against the metal of the cage as she traces the cage exterior. “I just want to play. Ask me what game, Felix?” “W– what game?” “Hmm?” She slowly turns her sharp gaze on him and her eyes are so black behind the mask they feel look onyx and Felix shudders. “W– what game M– mm – mistress…” The Mistress' lips quirks up, “It's called Hide and Seek.”