Mistress Ember Novels & Stories

“What is it? Didn't I tell you not to disturb me whenever I'm with my wife?” “I'm sorry, sir, but the house called, and Madam wants to talk to you.” “That bitch, what is it this time?” “I have no idea, sir.” Emerson sighed and went out of the room. But he made sure to lock the door before he went to his mini office, unaware that Ember had made a sudden movement. “What is it?” he asked. “Boss, I already gathered some young women who are willing to do frenzy sex.” It was the voice of a woman he knew, and he smiled at the news.

EMBER’S POV “DEAL,” Queenie announces, at a volume clearly designed to break up whatever is happening between us, clapping her hands together with enormous cheer. “Okay! Wonderful! It’s decided! Ember’s a feral heiress shopping for rough trade; Knox is her devastatingly jealous bodyguard who’s going to assault the staff; Devika’s the madam of a crime lord’s brothel floor, and we are all going to a rogue casino, and there’s a doll of Knox somewhere getting pelted with eggs. This is, without question, the healthiest thing this friend group has ever done together.” She spins her tablet around and stands. “Now. Nathaniel.”

I said and he frowned, looking confused. "Ember? Isn't Ember your mate? I never called your mate a thief, I would never dare. It's this lady that snuggled —" "If you call her a thief one more time that will be the last thing you'll say!" Tyler growled, the temperature in the room dangerously low to show how pissed and furious he was. "But......I......" Everest shuttered, exchanging glances between Ember and Tyler, looking confused. "The lady you're calling a thief is Ember, our mate," I said coldly, and his eyes widened in horror.

“I’d like you to meet my sister, Teresa Miller, soon-to-be Jefferson. Terry, this is Ember, my mate, and future Luna.” “It’s so nice to meet you, Ember!” Teresa said as she bounced into the room and held out her hand for Ember to shake. “I’ve been waiting a long time for my brother to find a mate. I hope you blame him terribly for making you wait as I’ve been telling him that he needed to get out of his stuffy office for forever.”

I saw the same strain in her eyes that haunted me every time I looked at the borders, every time I heard elders whisper about my hybrid nature, and supposed unfitness to rule. When I first met Ember, hatred had been easy! She was the daughter of the man who helped rob me of my life. The woman bound to me by a bond I never asked for. She’ll always be a reminder of pain… violation, and loss. I had wanted to break her in every aspect accessible. To reduce her authority, strip her of pride, and make her kneel under the same weight I carried.

She had effectively sold herself to him. He sat in front of her, a victorious smile on his face. Finally, he had achieved his goal of making her his mistress. Though she was now his wife in name, it was only for the world to see. In this house, she would be his mistress, and he would use her to exact revenge on his own family. "Go and rest, sweetheart. You're burning," he said, and she continued to sob. "Ember, her name is Ember," a man heard this through his phone and chuckled.

“It felt magical.” “Well… maybe?” Ember scoffed. “I guess I wouldn’t know what that feels like. I haven’t found my mate. I’m just here, mate-less and hospitalized while you’re out kissing magical boys.” “Oh come on, Ember,” Piper groaned. “I apologized.” “Yes, and I am milking it appropriately.” Ember pouted for two full seconds… then her expression snapped back to serious. “Now. You mentioned the Widow’s Bane.” Piper stiffened.

Jaxon's eyes stayed locked on the death notice. "Time of death: October 10th, 2025. 4:23 am." His fingers clenched around the paper, but his hands wouldn't stop shaking. "Dead? Is she really dead?" His voice cracked and carried a tremor even he didn't notice. Winston lowered his head and replied in a heavy tone, "Yes, Mr. Wilde. The hospital confirmed that Mrs. Emberlyn didn't pass in peace."

She finally said. Mrs Corpus's eyes widened. " Merida Gayle Corpus! You've been sleeping with some random guy you just met? " " He's nice and I needed the closure, Mother." She said. " What if he did this to you? " Betsy asked. " No he didn't, he wouldn't. He is sweet and kind and nice and... And... " " What is wrong with you, Merida? Do you think you're some sassy teenager? You've got two kids. And... And... You're hoeing around? " Mrs Corpus was obviously mad and disappointed.

It was a video, grainy, like it had been recorded in haste. Ember stared into the lens. Her face was bruised, but her eyes burned bright. “My name is Ember. I was created by Ash Phoenix as his final weapon. But I am not him. I don’t want war. I don’t want destruction. I want truth. I want family.” She paused. “Alma Sterling if you’re watching this, I need your help.” Ezra exchanged a look with Alma. “This could be bait.” Roman agreed. “Or a trap.”