Mistress Eve Novels & Stories

Eve’s eyes kept going back and forth between me and Clara, I could tell she was surprised, shocked at best. “That never happened, Clara. I never promised you any money and you aren't my fucking mistress, goddammit!” I spat. Out of all the woman who had been my plus one to events in the past, why was it Clara Evans they decided to call my mistress? She didn't the least skill to get me in her bed. “Yes, you did. You promised me the sum of five million dollars if our secret was to come to light.”

He had his brows raised in question and his hands were buried in his pocket. “Speak of the devil, huh?” He chuckled. “Yo…you.” Eve turned back around to Nicholas only to find the spot where he stood empty and his glass of wine gone. “That betrayal,” she cursed between her teeth. “You’re gossiping about me to another man? Impressive.” She rolled her eyes. “What makes you think you’re that relevant.” She looked behind him. “I can see you’re done speaking to your potential mistresses.” “Potential mistresses? Impressive.”

It was deserted there and maybe Gladwin had left again or she hadn't come back yet. Lucy gave a tissue to Lilyana who was still crying. "Let me get you a drink." The woman then got up from her chair, she headed to the kitchen and got a glass of water for her best friend. "Lucy." Lilyana said, still sobbing. "Yes, Lily?" "Do you believe that Ed has been cheating on me?" Lucy who heard the question could only remain silent. She didn't know what to say while Ed Shane's mistress was the girl she had hired.

And despite everything, her love for Nikolai never wavered. If you ask me, I wouldn't say I hate Nikolai. I don't hate. I can't. He's not a monster, not truly. But what he did to Raul... it's the kind of betrayal most people wouldn't forgive. And if I'm being honest, if the roles were reversed—I wouldn't have either. But then again... I was Raul's mistress once. The kind of mistake most women would never forgive. The kind that brands you—a betrayal in a woman's skin. A disgrace to womanhood.

“Tresia, listen. We don’t know everything. I wish we did. It might make whatever’s coming easier to handle. I’ll tell you what we do know, so bare with me. First of all, everything you were taught about the last Veil Mistress is a lie. Well, except the six mates. That part is true. The Elders at the time became threatened by her and her men. The reason she’s only referred to as Mistress is because her name was stricken from all records. Your six’s parents were told her men's names by Dreamwalkers. Each of us are named after her men.”

“You’ve risen in rank. You’re not a servant anymore—you’re a mistress.” “What!” I yelled, barely able to process the words as I blink in confusion, I could have sworn that my jaw reached the ground as I gasped in shock. Mistress. I was a mistress? But what exactly did that even mean? “Ouch! That hurts,” Emmanuel groaned, and from the sound of it, Eva had elbowed him with precision. “Shut up,” she snapped. “Go on, shoo. I’ll handle this. Don’t you have some poor souls to terrorize today?”

"Stay there I'll get you some blood that I keep stored here. You need to regain your strength." "I prefer mine fresh," The Mistress snarled. Before Cade had a chance to give her a retort about how he was out of fresh blood, she was already leaping across the apartment. She landed on his back and knocked him to the floor. The Mistress wasted no time in driving her nails deep into the small of his back and curving them upward so that they were grazing his heart. Cade froze with fear. "You've failed me tonight and I had to give up a great prize. Pity," she cooed in his ear. "I had such high hopes for you as my sheriff once I'd taken over, que sera," The Mistress sank her fangs into Cade's neck

I sighed, glancing at Millicent and Eve walking in our direction. The two women were different. Any man would fall for Millicent. She was a Beyonce. Or maybe a Kim Kardashian. Hot. Very attractive. Smart. Bob described Eve as Lily Collins, and sometimes he mentioned a Nina Dobrev. I didn’t even know who he was talking about.

Evelyn's POV The faint whispers of the people surrounding us as they looked back and forth between us made my skin burn with embarrassment. One moment they were praising our love and wholesomeness. The next, it was like we were on a reality TV show. Who was this mistress? Who was the woman that he had easygoing eyes for that were clearly not his wife? "Eve." Adrian’s voice dropped. "it’s not what you think." “What did you expect me to think, Adrian?” I’m on the verge of losing it. "She had her fingers through your damn hair and how you held onto her legs so tightly!"

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!"