Mistress Eve Novels & Stories

“Your name?” I composed myself and gripped my skirt, trying not to run to the door. “I’m…” I trailed off and glanced at the folders on the floor before looking at him again. “Amity Escobar.” He turned his eyes to his desk before spinning himself around to face the floor-to-ceiling window. “The famous teacher,” he stated. “I was thinking of you, Ms. Escobar.” My hands started to get sweaty. “What you look like…and how beautiful you are to be the talk of the town,” he continued.

So, she's a lawyer. I watched as she tilted her head. "And this one? You're gonna tell me who she is, or should I keep guessing?" Damien didn't even hesitate. "She's my mistress. So treat her with respect." Dahlia blinked, something shifted in her posture. "Mistress?" She echoed, slowly. "Well then. Guess I should've been nicer." Fred cleared his throat. "Come on." Damien said to me, gently tugging me away from them with a hand still at my back.

She wondered to herself, staring out the floor-to-ceiling window across the dining table, looking out into the glittering night skyline of the city. She closed her eyes, and for a moment there, the world felt like it was spinning, and she had no control over it. But then she opened her eyes and everything slowed down again. Vinnie could hardly believe that she had actually done it. She had chased after a man looking for a mistress and willingly offered herself up. And now, here she was. She was now a mute mistress in exchange for money, in exchange for a chance to leave her old, boring life behind and have a new, more interesting and intriguing life. Something someone like her could only dre

With a drool worthy physique and heavenly features, any man or woman couldn't resist looking at him a little longer. “Oh! I forgot! I am just a mistress. You won’t break up with your high-profile partner because of me. But have you heard that people can’t have the best of both worlds?” Amelia Lockhart looked at Kieth Williams, unfazed by his handsomeness, and asked curiously. “How about you break off your engagement and marry me? Otherwise, marry her and let go of me.” Amelia had a glint of sharpness that she deftly hid behind the façade of innocence.

I held and squeezed Ruth’s hand, who still sat frozen on the sofa. "Sarah, wait!" Derrick called out. "Where are you going?" Kendall whined as Derrick pulled away from her and ran after me. Sonia looked bewildered as Derrick chased me. "Sarah, wait!” Finally, Derrick caught up to me. "What now?" I asked, annoyed. "We’re getting back together, right? Don’t worry about Kendall. She’ll accept being the mistress because you’ll always be my wife," Derrick said shamelessly. "Hey, Derrick, sleeping with a hooker has messed up your brain, huh? Speak with some sense. Now move. I’m leaving."

Nerissa spat angrily, but Isabella shook her head. "But you also know the truth, Nerissa. Mateo and I, we never signed any divorce papers. You're living a lie." Nerissa sneered. "Oh, please. You disappeared, Isabella. In the eyes of the world, you were as good as dead. Mateo moved on. We're married now. That makes you the mistress, trying to worm her way back into his life!" Nerissa said heatedly, she's breathing hard, her cheeks and ears slightly reddened. Isabella feels like there's a huge knife that stabs her chest with every word she says.

Their whispers sliced at my ears like knives. They'd never know that, although this was the hundredth time I'd asked for a divorce, tonight was the first time I had enough savings to leave with Mom for good. … That night, muffled groans drifted from the master bedroom as I stood outside and listened. Jaxon had a rule that if his new mistresses needed guidance, I was the one who had to teach. That meant I'd taught the last 99 mistresses myself. Jaxon sounded pleased as he called out, "You're so soft, Ellie… Scarlett! Bring me that box from the closet!"

he whispered back longing for her to kiss him but she was luring him into an uncontrollable desire for him as she slowly undressed herself, being left with only her bra and underpants. “Do we have a deal Mathew?” she asked him while she had just lowered her hand into his pants and was about to give him a blowjob. “Yes, whatever you want” he responded looking with so much lust toward her. She then lowered his trousers and pulled out his dick, she placed herself just perfectly with her ass facing his face as she bent it over to suck him, he uncontrollably tore her pants and gently kissed her ass while she did the work on him. Priscilla was quite the devil when she was angry and on a mission. M

"Stella, ask yourself: hasn't Mom treated you well all these years? Even when you couldn't give us children, she never said a word. And now you're cursing her? You're going to eat those ashes right now! Then you're going to apologize to Mom! Or else don't blame me for divorcing you!" He shouted, "Eat them! Eat them now!" Just as Martin was losing his patience, his phone rang. He answered it irritably, and I heard a panicked voice on the other end. "We found it, Dr. Hughes. Mrs. Hughes Senior... passed away a week ago."

"That's right, special maid. As my special maid, you have to help with my bath every morning, the other maids can take care of the breakfast. you have to also follow me every where I go, and do whatever I asked of you." He said moving closer to Eve. Are you willing to do that for a common dream? He asked.