Mistress Ember Novels & Stories

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.”

“I applaud you and your team when you found another missing body. Sincerely, I am proud of you. But the mayor... he wants us to focus on our duty as peacekeepers of Pinephil. Let the big shazam be solved by the Shazam.” Ember furrowed her brows, hand crumpling the folder containing the evidence. Fathima Mae December alias Ember — her mother tends to refer to her by her second name — stands between five feet and eleven inches tall. Ember's short, messy hair is rolled into a small, low bun, allowing the thin strands of her brown hair to blend in with her black hair, making her look like a dark chocolate peanut butter cup. She parted her lips, a light shade of nude lipstick brushed on it. She w

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.

Deacon huffed. Ember didn’t react to what Deacon had just said, nor did she acknowledge he even spoke. “We have someone on the inside, someone close to the tri-brid that will complete the last act. After that, our Mistress will have total control over her physical form.” Her eyes flared brightly as she finished speaking, glowing with a malicious sort of victory that set my teeth on edge.

Through my blurred vision, I spotted the dark green antique locket clutched in Claire's hand. It had been the family heirloom given to me when I married into their family, and it had always been her favorite piece of jewelry. Two days had passed by the time I finished arranging Claire's funeral, and now I held her small urn in my arms. The cold surface carried none of her warmth, and it hurt more than I could bear. The moment I got home, Martin finally called. "Stella Sterne, what the hell have you been doing these past few days? Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment just because I didn't answer your calls?"

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”

Forest stretching forever, sunlight pouring through the trees, birds flying free — all the things I didn’t have. Two years. He said he’d give me freedom after two years if I agreed to be his mistress. I let out a bitter laugh. “What a generous offer, Alpha.” A part of me wondered what kind of person even makes an offer like that. But another part already knew — someone who’s used to getting everything he wants. Someone who’s never heard the word no and meant it. I turned away from the window and paced the room. My heartbeat still hadn’t slowed down since he touched me. It wasn’t even a full touch — just that one moment when his fingers brushed my hair aside. But it felt… too close. Too delib