Mistress Ember Novels & Stories

My voice was low, deliberate, the kind that left no room for games. Her eyes flicked up at me, steady but trembling beneath the surface. “You’ve made it clear, Renz. Rules. Control. No escape.” A smirk tugged at my lips. “Good." “You live by my terms now. Where you go, who you see, how you breathe—those are mine to dictate. You belong to me.” Her jaw tightened, but she said nothing. A flicker of defiance, quickly buried. “And as my mistress,” I leaned forward, resting the glass down with a soft thud, “we start with the first thing that matters—”

“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

He is the merchant who had helped my father in his business, things drifted apart when he was found working as a double agent for the Smiths. Emerson finishes a call hitting down a few more notes before moving on to the next, her effort is almost robotic and the soft smile that graces her lips makes a glow drawing me in like a moth, a tiger mutant moth. It's moments like this that I wonder what she's really thinking and what she's feeling. Does she hate me for what happened to her father? Or is she just clueless? If she hates me it will be hard for her to stick to her word.

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."

I guess I have my own assumptions and prejudices that I need to work through. "Yes, hello. I am Ember Viseron. My mother is Rain Viseron, or better known as Rain Lancaster. She is the ruler of the elf kingdom in-'' She waved her hand, cutting me off. "I really don't care about that. I asked what you want, not who you are?" She sighed. It seemed like having me here was taxing to her. Well she's just peachy, isn't she? "Your fairy dust." I cut right to the chase and she let out a laugh.

That day changed her from the sweet and lovable girl she was to the girl am living with Well everybody deserted her but not me She's more than my boss she's my daughter And I'll do everything within my power to keep her safe and maybe help her find love But the only thing bothering is why would my mistress buy a male slave? We have so many maids in the mansion so what's the need to buy a male slave? It's kinda weird ! I exhaled deeply and covered my self with the duvet and drafted off to sleep Next morning..... I walked downstairs to prepare breakfast for my mistress,miss Tina and apparently the new slave

The stranger smirked and chanted a spell. "You're a wi...zard?" the prince asked while stuttering. The stranger ignored him and continued to chant. In a few seconds, heart shaped rubies started to appear above his head. "What are these rubies for? Are you gay?" The stranger chuckled and started to move forward. "I thought you'd automatically know who I am by showing you my symbol. Those rubies are the ember of love. Whoever got those rubies will feel an everlasting and pure love. But my sister's ember possesses a much stronger love," the stranger explained.

bs and my mood turns cold. I try my hardest to turn my emotions off, after all its just sex. Why should this bother me, it won’t be the first time I’ve done it without it being my choice. I open my eyes and coldly stare at Mark. I walk toward him with my face emotionally blank. I stop inches away from where he sits with his eyes glued to me. Reaching behind my back, I pulled the string that is holding my shirt up. As my blood red top falls to the floor, I kept my eyes on Mark. I watch as he stares at my bare breasts and felt a little more in control of the situation when his mouth dropped open. I move toward him and placed my legs on each side of his legs in a straddled position never takin