Mistress Slave Novels & Stories

She screamed and turned facing Jansen, "and I sacrificed my life for our marriage. I never for once deserted you Jansen and I've never lied to you or make a fool of you." She glanced at Juliet bowing shyly and she jerked Juliet's hair and screamed at her face amid tears, "even though you look and dress so pretty, you are disgusting. You are the mistress and I'm the legal wife. You belong to the mud you're not worthy to touch me or talk to me and I despise that we are sisters." Mia nudged her and Juliet weakly plopped to the floor. Mia glanced at her on the floor, "you are trash, you belong to the ground."

This was Maya. The “M” from the messages. The mistress. The woman Daniel had been whispering to in the dead of night. She wasn’t some random socialite; she was the woman Zander was supposedly going to marry. The room began to spin. The betrayal wasn’t a straight line; it was a jagged, poisonous circle. Daniel leaned in, his breath warm against my neck, his eyes fixed on Avalain with a hunger he hadn’t shown me in years. “Exquisite, isn’t she? A real queen for the Blackwood throne.”

"If what I do as a slave is not cheating on him, then what he does as a Master can't be cheating either. Slave Master's frequently have more than one slave. Mistress Dark believes slaves should compete for the affections of their Master. It ensures they both strive to be more pleasing. But more than that, I knew how much Master valued fidelity, how hurt he would be if I were unfaithful. For him to allow me this fantasy and all it entailed was a supreme act of love. If he could love me so much, could I do less for him?" "It's all quite noble, I'm sure. It doesn't ease the pain of seeing him fuck someone else, does it? And who's Mistress Dark?" Julia took Lisa's hand. "Do I feel some particle

Each of them with their face down and their hands crossed over each other at the front. Lexi approached with calculated steps, swaying his gaze from maiden to maiden as he strolled towards me. He stopped in front of a maiden and grabbed one of her breasts. I was used to seeing him act like that. Treating women so disrespectfully as if he owned them. But was I wrong? He actually owned them. Some of us were servants while some were slaves. Slaves and servants held different meanings in Crescida. A slave is someone who is bought and made to work without any wage but a servant is one who works for his wage. So the treatment actually differs.

He had even said she'll stay for a while. 'Many other Alphas have mistresses or sex slaves and no one ever cares', I remembered him saying and immediately panicked. Was Max trying to bring in a mistress? Or even worse a sex slave? A mistress was manageable as she would be recognized by everyone and it would just be like there was a second Luna. A sex slave however meant that the girl was a slave from another pack or the human world and Wolf's Crest had zero tolerance for slaves. If Max found himself one of those, the werecouncil could banish him claiming that he was going against the laws of the land.

and let out a long sigh. After eating, he needed to visit Lena in the shadowy torture chamber, but not before reprimanding the Mistress. Lena is his slave, and she should not be messed with. He furrowed his brows as the doorbell rang. “Come in!” “Your Majesty!” the Mistress bowed to him. “You sent me over…” He moved away from her, nodding. “What is the difference between a palace slave, the pack's slave, and the Alpha's slave?” His feelings were the complete opposite of what his speech conveyed. If she answered incorrectly, the situation would get worse.

"You'll give me an heir, and that's it." "Agreed." "My workers will give you the respect you want, but you'll have no control over them." "Agreed." "The whole world will know you as my wife, but you have no right to behave like my wife in private." "I agree." She looked at me. "And, lastly…" I cleared my throat. "I won't have to be committed to you. If I wanna be with any woman, accept it that way. Cause, you'll be like a mistress to me. I won't treat you like a slave, but, if I don't give you the respect you deserve, don't question my attitude. Cause, I might just see you like my worker. "

Sicilia blinked her eyes bowing her head. "I am sorry my Lord, it will never happen again." Sicilia stuttered biting her inner cheek in utter humiliation. She couldn't believe she was humiliated like this in front of a Slave. A mere slave! Gulping her anger down she started eating as well. Gabriel from the start used to eat his food with his both mistresses only to remind them each night who they are and to never consider themselves more than that but both of his mistresses were thick-headed. They never understood the meaning behind his words.

“Well… look who it is.” She tugged the whip once, trying to pull it from my hand. I didn’t budge. Her eyes darkened slightly before she finally yanked the whip free. “You may have the title of a Luna now,” she sneered, lazily twirling the whip in her hand, “but don’t forget who you are.” Her gaze slid down my body with open contempt. “You’re still a bond slave.” Several slaves nearby lowered their heads nervously. Yara shifted beside me, but I lifted a hand slightly, stopping her.

Lyra Vale-the weak beta's daughter who was treated as trash in her own pack.Her twin sister,Sera, and her Alpha king,Kael, were her worst tormentors. She was the imperfect twin,but only if they knew what power she held. They treated her like an omega and a lowly servant. She endured all they did,silently hoping to get a mate who would take her from this suffering. As she turned 18,she thought she would find her dream mate,but that night turned into a joke. Alpha Kael is her mate! He is disgusted and called her weak,blamed the moon goddess choice, and ruthlessly rejected her. As days passed,he and Sera framed Lyra so she could be banished. Leaving the pack with nothing,she