Mistress Ember Novels & Stories

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

Ember demanded from the two-faced bitch who it was obvious came to destroy her. "You, I came for you." Ellie retorted, "You're not going to go scot-free, why do you keep parading yourself as the best when it's obvious that you're the devil's spawn? Tell me what you intend to achieve. Do you have any conscience at all?" Ember sighed, she hadn't come for any fight just to make her know that her plans weren't going to work at least not where she was concerned.

I don’t want them to know I have someone I care about here. “Hello princess, miss me?” Ember's voice taunts as she strides into the room, a sinister smile playing on her lips. A surge of hatred churns in my chest as I glare at her. Each day, my resentment for her deepens. I remain silent as she approaches, her heels echoing ominously in the confined space. Today, she's dressed differently - in jeans, a black jacket, and a white t-shirt underneath. I have never actually seen her in jeans before until today.

She smile and laugh devilishly. Emily scoff and cross her arms while Nathan look at me with a shaking head. I was about to stop Emily and get her out of the cafeteria but she put her hand on my face to stop me. “Yes, that’s true and I wasn’t proud that I got him because I stole him but that’s all over now and for your information his marriage was already failing when I met him and I didn’t know that he was married but yes, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t a mistress because I chose to continue seeing him despite that fact but it cannot be undo and I suffer a lot and you have no idea what I’ve been through but you know what? When I chose to left him and decide to live on my own he followed

Her Mistress smiles, sitting on her chair, and said to her. “It’s time.” Emie’s mission. The task that is bestowed to her by her Mistress. Her role is not just being the guardian of the tarots, and the holder of knowledge. But the epitome and representative of the time witch into this current loop and world that they are running into. “Not the exact way as we expect it. A bit early, yet it was necessary at this moment.” The Mistress of time informs her. The fact and the plot of HIS desire that was reorganized due to some fault that HE expected all along.

He recorded his mistress at a later time, found on the cold marble floor of the highest chamber of the tower, where through the glass dispersed starlight. She hummed a song. Tumbled hair, white face, she held a dagger in one hand and a flower in the other. Petals had been plucked off—one by one. "She loves me," she breathed. "She loves me not. She loves me…" Vladimir dropped to the ground beside her. "Emereah." She raised her head. "Did I do something wrong?" "No." "Then why does it look like you're fleeing?" He slipped the dagger carefully from her grasp. "Because I made a mistake."

Justin’s office felt unnervingly silent. The man sat behind a large black-glass desk, but his mind was far from the neatly arranged documents before him. His eyes were fixed on the monitor, replaying a nearly one-hour video that had just been sent by Teddy, his most trusted man. Justin’s expression was cold and calculating. On the screen, a petite young woman was cleaning the restroom area of his nightclub. He watched her every movement without blinking, as if he were observing a puzzle-filled film that stirred both curiosity and anger inside him.