Mistress Mika Katana Novels & Stories

Miss Soldaat blew her whistle in order to stop the fight. “Okay, that was entertaining, now let’s see what the ladies can do. You two come here” Miss Soldaat instructed, pointing at me and my opponent Katlego. Begin” she said. I could see Mika winking at me, While Sam had rushed to the man’s bathroom to hide his shame.

"Although you may be in pain, you should refrain from taking any medication if you are still capable of managing yourself. Warm milk and water would probably be sufficient in their place." He took my pole of pool skimmer net and replaced it with a glass of lukewarm milk, which I refused to accept. I had no choice but to drink because he was waiting for the milk to run out. This is extremely, f*cking annoying. Sir Mik is still looking at me with a smile on his face. "Keep in mind that you are only my maid. You are required to obey me at all times." Tsk! He's making a mess of my hair!

Three years after my husband, Lucien Vance, put me on a household spending card linked to his account, he hired Camilla Bennett to manage his money. From then on, every dollar I spent needed her approval. "Nine dollars for a cab? The bus costs one dollar." Denied. "An air conditioner for your mom? She's gone without one for decades. What's changed?" Denied. Lucien watched me fume and said, "Camilla knows what she's doing. She's helping us save money. You know I can't stand gold diggers." Then Lucien's mother, Nora Vance, landed in the ICU with severe pneumonia. She needed a ventilator, antibiotics, and continuous hemofiltration. The bill came to $30,000. Camilla denied it again. My hands s

Irene was pouring water into glasses. Drew sat down, observing Erica. Erica's fingers were elegant, with well-manicured nails, and her skin was flawless and radiant even without heavy makeup. Her slender yet slightly curvy figure, almost 170 cm tall, made her look like a model straight out of a TV commercial. Erica also had a pleasant scent, her expensive perfume filling the room with its fragrance.

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

Ruth said a sudden bout of excitement taking over her as she pushed Ruth's hands off her phone and shoved a picture of a dark, muscular man in Christine's face. He did look cute but he looked like a thug and that was not a company Christine approved of. He reminded Christine of Michael and she had her suspicions on why he was getting Ruth so excited. Ruth had always said she did not have a type and she liked men who were willing to do bad things, an analogy she always ended with a giggle but at this point, Christine realized that her friend did have a type and that type was Michael. Ruth seemed to be obsessed with him and she did not even want to know why.

Galatrina sighed and smiled at the moon. "Alucard, the executioner. You sure are fast. And Teresa, the death dealer. A warrior that has never been seen to use her demon power to destroy her enemy, and the most powerful one that has ever been created. Even the past generation of warriors could not match up to her combat ability. Truly this is interesting." Galatrina soon continued to walk under the bright full moon. At the peak of the Orasio mountain lies the training ground for warriors partaking in a strict training. One of the trainees that finally be given a rank is Rioka Katanagi. A man in black hood with a grin on his face approaches Rioka.

I greeted. “Morning! I had zero time to get ready this morning. Seeing as Mr. Serious isn’t here yet, I have a few minutes to freshen up. Speaking of misters…. Mister Obsessed with you is giving you fuck me eyes and I’m getting major stalker vibes,” she coos. I catch myself smiling. I grab her eyeliner and throw it at her. By Mister Obsessed, she means Levi. “Hey!” She squeals when it hits her in the chest.

Blood dripped from my hand onto the beige carpet, stark against the pale fabric. "She hit her! The mistress hit the rightful partner!" The two sales associates reacted immediately and rushed over to shield Scarlett. "How could you hit her?!" "Call the police! Call the police right now!" Even the crowd of onlookers became agitated. "So arrogant. A mistress actually dares to hit the fiancée?" "The world really has changed. The shameless ones are always the boldest." "Film her. Expose her!" Countless phones pointed toward me, camera flashes stabbing at my eyes.