Mistress Ember Novels & Stories

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 dismissed the messenger and made my way toward the Luna’s office, schooling my expression into the calm respect expected of me. Inside, Lady Ember stood by the window, the night air brushing against her hair as she studied the tall trees below. She looked composed, and every inch the Luna she was growing into. It was that quiet strength that had pulled me in from the beginning. Not her title as the female Alpha or the wife of any man. “My lady, you asked for me?” I said. She turned, smiling faintly. “Yes. I need you to send a letter home” I blinked. “Home?”

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.

The lords sat down, and the slaves resumed their duties. The grand entrance opened once again, and the mistresses paraded in. There were at least ten of them, some daughters of the lords, others belonging to the grand lords, and amongst them were bloodhosts. Emeriel recognized one amongst them—Mistress Sinai. the bloodhost to Grand King Daemonikai. She was the lady who had ordered him to be whipped. As if on cue, Mistress Sinai's gaze locked onto Emeriel, glaring at him with intensity. Emeriel averted his eyes. He didn't know why the mistress seemed to hate him, but the feeling was very mutual; Emeriel didn’t like her either.

I wiped away my tears but they were replaced immediately. "Why, Kalvis? What did you mean?" "You're pathetic, Veronica. Daddy picked someone up at the airport." "W-What? Who?" "It's Ember, a beautiful and sophisticated woman. A woman with a substance and not a whiney girl like you.." My knees are shaking. Even my hands trembled because of what Kalvis said. Ember? Who is Ember? I couldn't stop shaking because of what Kalvis said. I want to see and talk to Marcov right now so I can confirm what happened…if his son was telling the truth.

Cruel? Ember slowly leaned closer, her eyes glowing with cold fury. “Cruel?” she whispered. “If I were cruel, you wouldn’t even be standing here talking to me.” The room fell into dead silence. No one dared to speak. Ember straightened and turned toward Issac. “Let’s go.” “Yes, Madam.” “And ow with me serving tires with the Robin's family that also means am taking back all the wealth and company that originally belongs to my mother.“

"Why are you coming to school by this time? He asked as we all smirked. That isn't your business, you just gotta do your work and stop interrogating us? We chorused at the same time, as we went back to our site. Oh mine, the lover girls still haven't changed? One of the guys who sat behind us teased as everybody Burst into laughter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ember is a tall skinny seventeen years old girl? Her parents are very rich and so it's her. She attended Saint Mary High School (S. M. H. S) as she's been known as the queen of saint mary. She and her two best friends ``chloe and zoey? They all possess the same character as they give their self names. "Lover girls? They're both loved by the