Mistress Mika Katana Novels & Stories

“And the alpha’s personal maid. I attend directly to him, and he entrusts me with his tasks—including his personal card. Who are you?” The woman went still, clearly not expecting that kind of answer. Even I hadn’t expected it. Omegas—even mistresses—weren’t supposed to speak like that to women of higher rank. Miranda’s cheeks flushed red. “I… if what you’re saying is true, then… show us.” “Show you what?” Misha asked flatly.

She was born and raised in Veinhill; she was a pro fighter. "This bitch again," Chief Athena scoffed. [Mitari's Mansion] "Ahhh" Mitari threw her head backwards. She grinded up and down, taking him slowly into her wet folds. Her palms rested on his chest, with both of his arms wrapped round her waist. Guiding her every slide in a steady rhythm. "Fuck, sweetheart, you are so fucking sweet," Musa groaned. "For you, sweetheart," Mitari replied, slowly increasing her pace. "Hmm," Musa groaned and slammed her down on his length. Mitari jerked and gasped in shock.

Mikhail disarmed him with a sweep of his arm, twisted the blade from his grip, and slammed Julian against the wall. He turned to Tatiana. She stood frozen. The man in front of her was trained. Lethal. Programmed. She saw nothing in his eyes that recognized her. "Mikachu," she whispered. Mikhail stopped. His hand was raised to strike. It trembled. "Tati?" he said. Aris's voice sharpened. "Mikhail. Finish it." Mikhail looked at Tatiana. Something flickered behind his eyes. A door opening in a dark house.

Doris was clearly sidestepping my question, yet the onlookers seemed to interpret her behavior as an admission of my alleged degradation. Jennifer's voice rose above the murmurs, her arms waving with fervor. "Guys, if we turn a blind eye today, who will stand for us when our time comes? Today, we are the judges of the mistress! For this shameless mistress who wreaks havoc on others' family, we owe it to ourselves to mete out justice!" Encouraged by Jennifer's impassioned words, the students jumped onto their desks, their chant of "Expel the mistress and make it right" echoing through the hall.

He taps his finger on the wheel like he is about to say something. I am so hurt right now, like my heart is being shattered to pieces again and again but I cannot cry. I cannot show how broken I am. And that is something I am good at—pretending to be okay. So I did that. He can only be mine when it comes to sex because sleeping with your mate is more pleasurable than with other women. He bought me just for that. "Well, since I'm just your 'mistress,' maybe you should visit more often, so I can fulfill my job properly," I suggested with a strained smile.

Chapter 19 – Confronting the Past “What the hell are you doing here Geminie?!” Mika growls out, refusing to sit as he anger radiates across the room. I roll my eyes at his outburst, flipping through the binder prepared for today and taking out a contract signed by him. “That my dear EX-mate is a good question. As I stated, being an Alpha with a request I already approved of as well as the Future Moon Goddess, I have obligations I must fulfill.” I state mater of factly, throwing the contract towards Mika and leaning back on the chair.

I leaned my head on her shoulder and focused on the movie. "I won't deny that Mr. Agrezor is an incredibly handsome man, but he's a rotten soul," she commented sullenly. "Almost every day, my officemates gossip about him being a casanova." Focusing my eyes on the spoonful of ice cream, I sighed. "Next time he accuses you or does something terrible to you, I'll make sure he'll regret it." "I can handle him myself, love." She poured water into my glass, and I drank it. "I know, but I'm here to back you up on anything. If they hurt you, they pay. Nothing is free in this world."

From: Lyza Yang To: Samantha Lee Sam, here are the proofs of your boyfriend’s mistress. It’s real and I have confirmed her identity. I’ll tell you later tonight.

A strike that hard was without a doubt had already broken the power level of a peak level 10 cultivator. "A forbidden technique, huh?" Mistress Ais thought within. "FLASH!" another body graced the metallic floors and immediately after, his words of query rang loudly inside the ship. "Who is that woman, Mistress Ais?" the man stated because he was also a witness of what had transpired just moments ago. "SLASH!" "SLASH!" "SLASH!" Innumerable sword shades ran after the escaping warship even before Maru could hear a reply from her beloved mate.

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.