Mistress Red Novels & Stories

She's wearing a cat mask and white gown that does nothing to hide her hourglass figure. His throat visibly works in agitation as he swallows at the sight of the lighter in her blood-red painted nails. “Who are you?” He whispers as she beacons him closer with the crook of her finger. “They call me Mistress.” She answers with a rasp. Felix's eyes widen at the softly spoken words and he stumbles back. The movement has his eyes eating up his surroundings and there's blood all over the cage. It's all over him. They’d bathed him in stale blood.

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”

How dare he think he could control me again? I was not going to be a mistress for the second time! I was Aria Jenn…the designer. I was not thesame pitiful secretary from years ago. I was back, and I was better. “Stay the hell away from me.” I finally warned after a moment of silence, blinking away my tears. I was not going to cry in front of him. Silence reigned, I could tell he was surprised by my sudden lash out. I did not even bother to look at him–I just turned and left. I did not know where I had gotten the courage from, perhaps from the alcohol?

“YOU THINK I'M A FOOL, DON'T YOU?! BRINGING YOUR MISTRESS INTO OUR HOME AND PRETENDING SHE'S SOME IMPORTANT PERSONALITY?! DO I LOOK LIKE A FOOL TO YOU? I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU BUT IN THE END, YOU MEN ARE JUST DOGS!!!” Excuse me? Mistress?

Making her pull back to look into his eyes "What's wrong? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" "It's nothing. I wasn't expecting to see you here. Are you alone? Where is Hale?" "Tanner had court. I'm meeting up with Jess. If I'd known you were..." "Darling, did you wait long?" Someone asked. It took a moment for Thalia to see the set of red nails curled around Gideon's bicep and another for the woman's words to sink in. Did she just call him darling? "Honey, who is this?" *********************************************

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.

Cassia proudly said. “Hello, dear! So you’re the one who organized everything. Nice to meet you, Sofia. I’m Larissa Quinto, Asher’s mother,” Larissa greeted warmly. “Sofia? You look familiar. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but do you work at a casino in Angeles?” Armando inquired. “Yes, sir,” Sofia replied tersely. The beautiful woman composed herself as she faced Armando Quinto, determined not to show any sign of nervousness. She refused to let him see her as weak in such a situation.

After all, I was the mistress. And now, here I was, legally married to Harold, holding all the rights of a wife on paper—yet I was being haunted by the exact same woman. Still Cyndrel. Cyndrel again, and again, and again. It was always her, ruining every single chance I had at happiness. A stray tear escaped my eye, burning hot against my cheek. I quickly wiped it away with the back of my hand, forcing myself to stop, refusing to let him see me unravel.

I lowered my gaze instantly, "I... I'm sorry. What is the job?" "I need a redhead to service the Alpha and his friends coming tonight, he specifically requested for one." the mistress answered, "He's a very feared Alpha, and my business runs a risk of being shut down if he's not satisfied." "Okay," I nodded, "do you need me to find a redhead?" The mistress narrowed her eyes, wearing a displeased frown, and snapped, "Are you not a redhead?" No, this is fake. I'm silver haired, not red.

"The note under her windshield. Eleven days ago." "Yes." "Damien, that is not a coincidence, and I need you to hear how much it is not one. The same week Marcus Vale authorized surveillance on Amelia's house, someone two hundred miles away pointed a woman with a legitimate six year old secret straight at your door. He is not trying to embarrass you. He is building a narrative. A man with a hidden mistress and a hidden child, exposed on the same week his ex-wife is fighting for her company. Do you understand what that looks like from the outside."