Mistress Eve Novels & Stories

It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband* *She had been parading as the #1 heiress of the country for the past decade, who knew that she was a bitch who grew up at some rundown orphanage at the darkest downtown. No offense to all normal orphans with all their moral compass function* *Can you believe the mistress’ family were working under her because she was the supposed #1 heiress, I wonder what they would do now that the whole stuff has blown up in their face* *I heard the mistress was harassed at work too…poor girl.*

It’s right of her to figure some distance between us is for the best with this manner of conversation. “Sienna has worked diligently for me for many years, and I care about her deeply. This has nothing to do with worth. However, it is evident to everyone looking into this home that Sienna is here due to your generosity, not mine.” “So?” She tucks her hands behind her back, all poise and elegance. “So, it is time to take Sienna as your mistress.” My heart beat stutters. Mistress? Vivid images of Sienna splayed out on my bed, her naked form nestled between my ivory covers, her sweeping curves beneath my palms flashes unbidden across my mind.

“I’ve already said it, nothing is going on between us. “I don’t want to be here if it means the two of you are going to get divorced. “If you hadn’t sent my mother after me, causing her to make a scene at my place every day, Joseph wouldn’t have felt sorry that I couldn’t rest properly and brought me here.” It was true—I had encouraged Marcy. After all, a mother beating a daughter who became a mistress fit social morals rather well. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled. “Monica, being a mistress isn’t as simple as you think. “From the very first day you climbed into his bed, you should’ve known this was the consequence. “And all this? This is only the beginning.” Monica flushed

(Séraphine’s POV) Night came faster than I expected. I didn’t eat. Didn’t sleep. I just sat by the window, watching the moon rise above the trees — the same moon that once meant freedom. Now it only reminded me of the life I lost. Every now and then, I caught myself thinking about his offer. Two years as his mistress. Two years in this place, under his rules, under his eyes. It sounded like hell. But what if hell was exactly where I needed to be?

"The note under her windshield. Eleven days ago." "Yes." "Damien, that is not a coincidence, and I need you to hear how much it is not one. The same week Marcus Vale authorized surveillance on Amelia's house, someone two hundred miles away pointed a woman with a legitimate six year old secret straight at your door. He is not trying to embarrass you. He is building a narrative. A man with a hidden mistress and a hidden child, exposed on the same week his ex-wife is fighting for her company. Do you understand what that looks like from the outside."

That day changed her from the sweet and lovable girl she was to the girl am living with Well everybody deserted her but not me She's more than my boss she's my daughter And I'll do everything within my power to keep her safe and maybe help her find love But the only thing bothering is why would my mistress buy a male slave? We have so many maids in the mansion so what's the need to buy a male slave? It's kinda weird ! I exhaled deeply and covered my self with the duvet and drafted off to sleep Next morning..... I walked downstairs to prepare breakfast for my mistress,miss Tina and apparently the new slave

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Evelyn's POV When I found out my husband was cheating on me with 8 women, I decided to get even. The breeze off Lake Como felt amazing. Maddie and I were stretched out on lounge chairs at Lido Villa Olmo, sunbathing while analyzing the profiles of Sebastian’s eight mistresses on my iPad. “Jesus Christ!” Maddie slammed her coffee cup down on the saucer so hard it clattered like a tiny drum solo. The couple making out at the next table actually stopped kissing to stare at us.

You make it look like it’s magic ‘Cause I see nobody, nobody but you, you, you I’m never confused Her lips protruded. With dangling earrings, and her bareness that had never actually matter as it was set in display for prying eyes. Looks she’s been used to. Earned pleasure, and unending passion. Only an evident how Adam failed to evoke the calls of temptation. She’s Eve, prior to hunger and thirst of the counterpart sex. Footsteps that awoke bedridden ecstasy they craved and seek, yet failed. All throughout, around Mexico, each men knew where to find the satisfaction they’ve been longing for. Desires after desires. Thread of patient, but all could do is to look, and praised every footfalls l

Evelyn, Mistress, forewarned. She swallowed softly. "Perhaps you believe that you are the world's greatest person because you are the Mistress. Dig out my eyeballs and watch him f*ck you to death.” She glared at the mistress sharply before turning her head. “A whore! Keep dreaming of being his Luna…” She gave a loud hiss and moved forward, but Evelyn stopped her. Her face twisted. "Hey, let go of me; I have a mission to complete that I was sent on, so let me finish it."