Novel & Cerita Mistress Natsumi

In an instant, Marris's face softened, she patted the crying girl's head and hugged her tightly: "I'll take care of this later, don't worry, girl. What's your name?" "I...I'm Kasai Natsumi" Natsumi stammered shyly. Cowardly like this, why do people put their heads on their necks? Maybe one day I will die unjustly and I don't know the way to complain. Marris met many people like this and she couldn't sit still and watch a play every time. She smiled reassuringly. “Um okay. You go to my room T-251, and I'll take care of everything here."

He hadn’t eaten for two and a half days and it was taking its toll. “Mistress said keep an eye on you. Not to make sure that you eat”. “And you think your mistress would be happy if anything happened to me under your watch? You’ve already seen me naked, just give me something to eat”. Well she wouldn’t be happy. She led him to the kitchen and he sat down while she moved around the makeshift island. “Why do you call her Mistress instead of Megumi?” Takashi inquired. “She’s my boss. Everyone else called her boss and I call her Mistress”.

Then came her next message. MistressA: I actually have a task for you, bunny. Me: What kind of task? MistressA: The kind that proves you're serious about this. About me. Me: I'm listening. MistressA: I want you to buy a plug. Small, black silicone. Wear it for an hour. Send me proof. My brain flatlined. Me: You want me to what now? MistressA: You heard me. Unless you'd prefer I find someone else to train.

It was the fact that we were up against a very strong force. And I suspected that the Circle, and some people in Weasels were in on it. “Gentlemen,” A familiar voice said, as a figure emerged from a portal. “Missed me?” Natasha had changed into a beautiful flowing skirt that hugged her curves. And a short scarf-like blouse that exposed her belly. Her bow and arrow were hung on her back. “Perhaps,” I shrugged. She took her seat close to Qyle and crossed her legs. “Don't bother seducing him. Other women aside from Mirah are just walking walls in his eyes.” Qyle smirked.

Finally, she agreed, saying, "Alright, since this is the only request you have asked of me, I will grant it. However, you must continue to be loyal to me or your petite wife will face the consequences.” Accepting her condition, I nodded and said, "Thank you so much, I will always be loyal, Mistress." My words made her smile. She stood up, grabbed her favorite wine, and offered me a glass, saying, "Let's toast for a job well done. Making Susan lose her child and driving her crazy brings me great pleasure. Come, celebrate with me," as she played music and danced alone. Yes, I orchestrated Susan's miscarriage. When Mistress heard the news, she was furious, blaming me for being too careless and

She walked directly to Natasha and stared down at her while she ate. Natasha had to do a double-take when she realized someone was staring at her. She looked up from her plate, confused by the sudden attention. Sophia asked bluntly, her voice dripping with venom and insecurity, "Are you one of Dimitri's new mistresses?" Natasha scrunched up her face in disgust. How dare she? She was not a whore like this woman. She was a captive in this man's house, trapped against her will. "No," she said sharply, turning back to her food.

“I mean… yes! All these years, that's what I've been trying to do but you never once looked my way.” “If you want to be mine then you have to go through some tests.” I nodded, “What tests? I would do anything Zaria. Just please give me a chance.” “Fine. Just be loyal to my Mistress.” “Mistress?” I said, at loss of words. Just who the hell was her mistress? Did she mean the Alpha? “The reason I am working so hard after I just got out of war is this. My Mistress.” “Your Mistress?” I said quietly and she nodded, “It's true.”

A strange number called me. I picked up the phone, asked. "Who is it?" “I am Miss Sky, Michele, Mary.” I scoffed, said, "Ain't even married yet." Michelle, paused for a second and continued saying vehemently. "I know. It's how I address myself. I will be. Carlos' wife. Because you took that away from me years ago. Natália Moom, I waited for him. And I watched her standing beside him. For all these years, now it's time for us to finally settle the score. Is it my turn to get what I want? Everyone will admire me. For being the new Miss Sky.

I slowly opened it, my face remained impassive, and walked in, pointing my gun at the man who had just done a deep thrust to his wh*re, she was now gripping the bedsheet and screaming in pleasure. "Hands up! Don't ever make a move." They were both roused from their lust lands as they both turned their heads in my way. Both were drenched in perspiration and struggling to regain their breath. The lady flinched and swiftly pulled herself up; I can see her trembling in panic as the man, who had been looking at me with dull eyes, slowly adjusts himself. My eyes welled up with tears, but I tried my best to keep them back and stay cool, stern, and emotionless in front of him. After this day swears

She had always wanted to bring me down at all costs but failed times without number. Then she said it. Loud and clear. “By fucking her guard, Cyrus!” What?! I couldn't believe what I just heard. My heart stopped. No. No, I didn’t hear that right. I whipped my head toward the voice. The blood drained from my face the second I saw her. Natalie, my mate's beloved mistress. Sitting tall on the edge of the platform like it belonged to her. Her golden hair fell in soft waves, her red lips curved in a smirk she didn’t bother to hide. The sunlight caught her satin dress, making her look like a goddess.