Mistress Eve Novels & Stories

He was staring at her immaculate white skin, cheery smile and beautiful eyes, eyes that could make a man kill for her. He took a trip down the memory lane and remembered what it felt like to be with her. Her name was Rayne and she was one of the women he'd mistakenly had a soft spot for. It ended in a disaster. Rayne had stolen his money, ripping him off some of his net worth, but had she stopped there, he would have forgiven her. But no, she had to go ahead and sleep with his father. In her words, after he'd caught her coming out of a hotel with his father, she was trying to catch the bigger fish. Edmund might have been a shark but his father was a fucking whale.

' He said Elisia saw the glitter in Miss Michin's eyes as she looked at him, She also saw how the lips in the woman's face were carved in a soft smile, Elisia has never seen Miss Minchin with a smile like that. After seeing that she quietly closed the door completely. She's doesn't have to be a fortune-teller to not tell the obvious eyes of a woman who is infatuated. After all, she's also been there. It looks like there might be a secret affair. But so what? it really doesn't matter to her.

After several hours things were now calm and the storm was over, even the dark cloud had already left the sky and now Alicia came out of her room when she heard that the priest had arrived and so was her dress. Jeanette had actually taken up the responsibility of putting together everything as we all got ready for the wedding that will take place in an hour ---- the fear I had earlier returned, if Damon do get married today I shall walk away even though I already am starting to love him. Took me so many hours to think about it and now I had concluded that I don't want to be known as "mistress surrogate" the hidden lover of business tycoon, Damon Prince. Now I shall respect my decision....

"Mom, what can I do for you?" "It's been a week. Have you been fooling around with that man the whole time? He looks older than you. I didn't react in time earlier on. It's after your few cousins have analyzed it for me that I understood it. You're someone's mistress, aren't you? You're the mistress of that man who took you away that day, right? You useless piece of shit! You've been working for nearly a decade. Not only have you not made any money, but you've got yourself a buttload of debt. Not only do you have a buttload of debt, but you also became someone's mistress! It's all nonsense when you said you're sitting in the office of a big company in the big city, your boyfriend's an outsta

I responded as I smirked. The smile on her face dropped as Arsenio chuckled. “How dare you talk to me like that?? Who the fuck do you think you are???” Monalisa asked as she glared at me. “I am his mistress but who are you madam??? What is your relationship with him??Let me answer that for you….you are his past and it is best you remain there because that is where you belong. She was about to slap me when I caught her hand and gave her a deadly glare.

A time I wanted to relive, but also a time that had now seemed to be a distant memory. I was lighting candles all over the motel room to set the mood for the night. Room service had already been ordered; two romantically prepared steak dinners over the candlelight. The clock had just struck 5:30, and Stefan was deemed to arrive any moment now. My teal dress hung just below the knee, hiding the distinct coverings of the black laced lingerie underneath. I looked over myself in the bathroom mirror, tidying the minor issues in my makeup and tweaking my lipstick once more. I readjusted the pin in my hair when I heard the swift three knocks on the door, signaling Stefan's arrival.

Eren moaned in relief. Then she made him watch a replay. A screen above them played Gabriel’s orgasm on loop. His shame. His raw submission. Eren’s cock throbbed. But Mistress leaned in and whispered. “You don’t get to cum tonight.” He whimpered. Mistress stood before the room. Hands on both leashes. “These are mine,” she declared. No one challenged her.

Julian was already dressed immaculately in his expensive suit, having transformed back into the cold, rigid, and untouchable billionaire. Julian approached the bed. He dropped a black unlimited card onto the blanket right in front of Elena. "From this moment on, you will be my mistress. Use that card to pay for your college tuition and to buy whatever you need," he stated flatly, entirely devoid of expression. Elena, still wrapped tightly in the blanket, sat up abruptly. "B-but Julian, last night was just an accident. I can't keep doing this! We cannot continue," she protested, a heavy wave of guilt suddenly creeping over her.

He pushes past a waiter, nearly knocking a tray of hors d'oeuvres over, desperate to get out of the room, desperate to get to a phone and start shredding documents. Eve watches him go, taking another calm sip of her champagne. "Pity," she murmurs. "I didn't even get to ask him about his mistress in the Hamptons." I stare at her. The music seems to fade. The chatter of the crowd becomes background noise. All I see is her. She stands there in her midnight blue dress, holding a glass of champagne like a scepter, having just socially executed a man who thought he was untouchable. She eviscerated him with a rumor and a smile.

he commanded gruffly. "I understand," she whispered. Squeezing his hand he grated, "Good girl." Evelyn moaned, her hips moving in the most seductive way, rubbing up against his c*ck. He leaned his head back, shutting his eyes briefly as he palmed her *ss, reveling in the feel of her. How the f*ck was this mystic halfling a d*mn virgin? Was she waiting for her true mate? Did mystics have mates?