Mistress Ember Novels & Stories

his kick sent fresh waves of pain shooting through me, forcing a low groan from my cracked lips. I tried to rise, but my body refused to obey. The wounds that laced my skin felt like they had just been set aflame, each one a burning reminder of my weakness. I wasn’t like them—like him. Without a wolf, my body couldn’t heal properly, leaving me vulnerable to every cruel act. And Benson? He swam joyously in it. I know you're wondering how I got myself in this situation right. I'm Ember, the mistress mute daughter to the late Crescent Moon alpha.

Ember Who am I? She asked. " I'm Ember Maze. Human woman. Born and raised in Tallahassee. My parents are human. I'm pretty sure I am too, though I have never started to exhibit powers until I came into contact with all four of my mates ", I told her. "That is because there is more to you than meets the eye, Ember" she says. Yea sure there is.

I realized then that if I didn't clarify things today, I would forever be branded a mistress. "You say Harlan is your dad; is your mom named Doris Dewey?" Jennifer laughed arrogantly. "So, you're finally admitting to being the mistress?" "Let's call them both over and settle this once and for all. Then we'll know who the mistress is and who the disgraceful illegitimate daughter is!"

Juan was darting looks from the rearview mirror as he drove, and spoke after hesitating for a while, "She's Mr. Watson's secretary in appearance only, sir… She's actually her mistress." Zachary looked up coolly. "What does that have to do with me?" "Even after all that, she was your wife—" "Was." Zachary cut him short, refusing to listen to another word. After the Lindts were destroyed and Peter Lindt jailed, it was understandable that Ember had to go that far just to survive. But no matter what she did, it had nothing to do with Zachary. After returning to the office, Zachary had another meeting that lasted until the evening.

TRISTAN She was rubbing all over him like a fucking whore. She was dressed like one, too, with her tits out, letting him lift the bottom of her dress to rub her thigh. I should have expected it. I had known what Ember was like from what happened the night of my birthday. She had practically jumped me in the lake and had demanded my attention all night. She was greedy and easy. "What are you doing in here?" Ember whispered, sounding stunned to find me visiting her.

His body was tense, coiled for attack. “You have five seconds to explain why you’re trespassing,” he growled. “I’m not trespassing,” she said smoothly. “I was invited.” I stepped beside him. “By who?” She held up a pendant, carved with the mark from my mother’s old journal—the Crescent Flame. “I’m Ember,” she said. “Elaine Greywood’s firstborn. Your sister.” I reeled. “No. My mother never mentioned—” “She couldn’t,” Ember cut in. “Because they erased me. Hid me. To protect you.”

But I was also resolute, "Ember, What are you trying to say?" "I'm trying to say that I…I, Ember McGregor, reject you, Alpha Jean of the Silver Bright pack as my mate."

She hastily walked closer to him before the guard could get to her. " I'm Ember, from the Moonlit Veil pack", " Okay?", Larsen turned back to her, " Your surname", Magnus whispered to her feeling irritated by her slow-wittedness. " Oh, I'm Ember Docherty from the Moonlit Veil pack", " Docherty?", " Yes, My lord". ' if it's the same Docherty she's referring to, then she has what I need,' Larsen said in his mind without giving expression, making Ember more nervous.

She picked up the memorial photo from the floor, feigning confusion. "What's this picture?" she mumbled. Then, she shrieked, deliberately dropping Claire's photo on the ground as if it were cursed. "Martin, Stella is... Isn't this going too far? Mrs. Hughes Senior is alive and well, but she actually..." Martin violently tore the photo to shreds and threw the pieces in my face. The fragments cut my cheeks and sliced through my already shattered heart. I dropped to my knees, frantically picking up the pieces and trying to put them back together. The glass shards pierced my palms and shins, but nothing hurt as much as seeing Claire's final photo destroyed.

Mistress – A Tainted Identity Part 2 Author’s POV "Look at her attitude, highly as if she is a princess of somewhere whereas she is just his mistress, bed warmer bitch” “Do you remember how proud her father used to be on how beautiful his daughter is, now see she is using her beauty to seduce a man who can satisfy her branded needs" "I would rather die than become someone's mistress, flitty piece of shit” “What a piece of meat she is, I want to fuck her raw and rough”