Mistress Eve Novels & Stories

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”

But I started to feel like I should tell her everything. Living a lie with luxuries is worse than living a life as a slave. I was not sure if Eve ever felt that way about Mistress Dabria. If she ever thought about how hard her influence was impacting Mistress Dabria's life. I couldn't help but think if Eve would have ever thought of herself in Mistress Dabria's shoes. And if she felt the same bitterness as I was feeling after learning the truth behind Mistress Dabria's smile. She had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen in my life. Innocent and something you couldn't resist. But there was always this hint of nervousness in her eyes. As if she was afraid of something. As if she was asking

Eve turn s to Adam, not understanding the cold welcome she has been receiving from the moment she enters Dzhimara but the joy in his face talking to his family made her pause and turns back to greet them. Despite the uncomfortable vibe the lady was giving, Eve can’t help but see how beautiful she was. She had curly hazelnut colour hair too but her eyes were so black against her fair skin that it made her beauty popped out more. She wore a green dress that was all too flowery and glittery like she was heading to a ball. Suddenly, she had a wide smile on her face and offered her hand. “Delighted to see you. Miss Eve, daughter of Aidan The great, children of the goddess Khione and whatever goes

My mistress gave me a very last suck, it was earlier than liberating my deflating cock. Venessa and my mistress were given up on their knees, dealing with every difference. Venessa positioned her fingers on my mistress's shoulders. My mistress positioned her fingers around Venessa's neck. I could not even breathe as they leaned closer to every different and licked. I could not trust it, I changed into seeing my myth girls licking my cum from every different face. It changed into indescribably erotic.

Cassain’s hand catches my wrist briefly. I squeeze his fingers once and gently pull free. “I don’t understand,” I say carefully. “Why her?” Silence. The second woman swallows. “She carries the mark of betrayal.” Aretha laughs in disbelief. “I carry what now?” Alexander’s voice turns icy. “Explain what you mean carefully.” The first woman finally raises her head slightly but her eyes remain lowered in respect. “You are Evelessa.” “Yes.” Her voice softens further. “Daughter of the Tide.”

Surely, the commotion she had created will be the headline later for all news portals. "I'm not drunk. I know what I'm doing. This trying-hard newbie here is a thief. It's so obvious she needs money and she had been getting it from the things she was stealing. She is a social-climbing whore. Can't you see it, Miss Eve? She is not what you think she is. She is not an angel. She is a devil thief!" with a crazed glint in her eyes, she desperately convinces not only Eve but those who have already gathered nearby.

she explained. I got out of bed, mentally preparing for everything I needed to do. But just as I was about to walk past her, Helen’s words halted me. "The Mistress wants the mission completed today," she stated. I froze, a chill running through me. Slowly, I turned to face her, my heart racing. "What did you just say?" Helen's smirk widened. "The Mistress we serve demands the mission be completed today," she reiterated. A shiver coursed through me, my hands trembling slightly as I gazed at her. I knew exactly what she meant. Eve. She was referring to Eve, the mastermind behind it all.

“You think I’m ready for more?” “I think you’ve already crossed a line you can’t uncross.” She laughed, bitter. “Which one? Trust? Consent? Reality?” He reached into a hidden drawer under the piano and pulled out a sealed envelope. Thick. Heavy. “What’s that?” “Your past.” She stared at it. “So I really was part of something.” Damian nodded. “Project: Eve wasn’t just about rewiring trauma. It was about creating… obedience. You were the only one who ever resisted.”

Vivienne had sniffled. "You don't have to sleep with any guy if you aren't ready. Your first time should be special and filled with love. Sex should be special." She had told her sister. But here she was, in her boss's bed, being a mistress. "Fucking Hypocrite!" She cursed. Roxanne got dressed quickly and went down. She met a lady who looked to be well into her fifties. "Good Morning, Miss Roxanne." The lady greeted. Roxanne was surprised that the lady had called her by her name.

That was the point. VelvetMistress wasn’t Novalyn Coldwell. VelvetMistress didn’t flinch. She didn’t go to class hungover from insomnia. She didn’t have a stepmother who smiled like a knife or a father who only noticed when she disappointed him. She didn’t feel anything she didn’t want to. “Good evening, pets,” I said softly, my lips curving. “Miss me?” Tips rolled in. I watched the numbers climb, little hearts and usernames flooding the corner of my screen. Some of them were regulars. Some were new. All of them wanted something.