Mistress Ember Novels & Stories

*** The kitten was asleep on Benita’s pillow. I had named her Ember...because her fur was dark like charcoal, and because when she purred, she sounded like a crackling fire. She had been with me for two days now, hidden from Morwenna, hidden from the enforcers, hidden from everyone who would take her away. She was illegal but then so mine. “Ember will be fine,” Benita said, watching me hesitate. “I’ll leave my window cracked. She won’t even know we’re gone.”

She half yelled and turned away from me. “If you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m here.” I said to her back and then left with a aching heart. There could be others before me, contract mistresses and Isabel was right, she was the only thing that mattered to Eric. Eric had a customized private jet. Almost everyday, I get to understand how really rich he is. I had diamonds jewelries and beautiful dresses that cost more than I could fathom and all my debts were cleared in less than a week of being with him.

She saw a Young lady fully dressed in a beautiful black outfit, she was extremely beautiful with her pair of glowing purple eyes. "My spirit world?.... But wait a second here. Who are you?". She curiously asked…. Hoping for it not to be another person that would cause something weird to happen to her. "I'm Ember…. The first and true blooded Queen of Witches. And you're right…. You're also my reincarnation". Ember announced to Darcia that remained shocked for a while.

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.

Alina stepped forward because everyone expected her to, because her feet remembered what her mind wanted to refuse. Inside, the Crown chamber was circular and close, its walls curving inward like the inside of a shell. Smoke-darkened stone rose to a vaulted ceiling. The floor bore the marks of centuries, worn thin at the center where people had stood and waited and hoped. At the heart of the room, on a low plinth of blackwood, rested the Ember Crown. It looked smaller than Alina remembered. Or perhaps memory had made it heavier. Up close, the metal was darker than iron, threaded with faint ember-red veins that did not glow so much as wait. At its center sat a single stone, dull and opaque, t

She didn’t belong—and they knew it. “Who let the charity case in?” a voice sneered behind her. Rowan flinched, turning slightly. Ember Vire. Tall, blonde, and dragon-blooded. Her cheekbones looked carved from stone, and her molten-orange eyes glowed like embers under a dying sun. Everyone knew her. Daughter of a High Flame Council member. Queen of the fire-born elite. And ruthless to anyone beneath her. “Maybe she’s the new janitor,” another girl snickered. “Came to mop up our sweat?”

“I’ve already said it, nothing is going on between us. “I don’t want to be here if it means the two of you are going to get divorced. “If you hadn’t sent my mother after me, causing her to make a scene at my place every day, Joseph wouldn’t have felt sorry that I couldn’t rest properly and brought me here.” It was true—I had encouraged Marcy. After all, a mother beating a daughter who became a mistress fit social morals rather well. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled. “Monica, being a mistress isn’t as simple as you think. “From the very first day you climbed into his bed, you should’ve known this was the consequence. “And all this? This is only the beginning.” Monica flushed

It was on the damn classroom screen, with stupid captions written on it in red marker “ Haven, the most unsexy she wolf alive who makes people least interested in sex.” My fists curled up in anger and my fingers dug deep inside my flesh. I stood up, my gaze searched the class looking for that one culprit I knew was responsible for this, that stupid cheerleader. “Ember!,” I whispered to myself. That stupid bitch, there she was smirking proudly at me. She was looking stunning as always, her hair strawberry blonde, tied in long high pony tail, flowing down her back in long waves, her eyes hazel, with thick fake eyelashes, dark lipstick and mascara. Ember was naturally a flawless beauty but she

Curiously I turned to look, and there she was. Jeremy's eyes had every reason to twinkle, she was jaw dropping from the moment I laid eyes on her. Her tight red dressed reached just above the knee, complimenting every curve on her body, followed by a single slit on one side rising up to her upper thigh. Her red stilettos matched the clanking that filled the pub as she had walked in. Her hair was done in a messy bun, complimenting the face of a porcelain doll. Her lips were done in a dark red ruby shade, making them look much more inviting.

"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."