Mistress Stories Novels & Stories

These two were really treating me like a maid. “Here, it's warm water Mrs Hales.” I said as I handed Nicole the glass. Nicole's eyes widened in horror as she took the glass from me. "Ouch!" she gasped, clutching her hand and recoiling. "Alexa, you've burned me!" she accused, her voice filled with pain and anguish. The interviewers looked at each other, unsure of how to react. And then a rush of accusations flew through the air. "She is indeed a mistress?" shouted someone from the audience. "Trying to harm the wife as soon as she finds out she is pregnant, what a heartless woman."

“I never thought they’d bring another one of us in after so long. After Mia.” The mention of that name sends a shiver through me, confirming my worst fears. Mia was the most recent of Alessandro’s missing mistresses, along with two others whose fates remained unknown. The reason these women look so familiar—the reason their faces haunt me—is because Alessandro has a type. Us. They are his other mistresses. Dell said three mistresses went missing over six months ago. I saw Mia when Alessandro sent me on that mission to bring her back, but these two… these must be the other two.

I held and squeezed Ruth’s hand, who still sat frozen on the sofa. "Sarah, wait!" Derrick called out. "Where are you going?" Kendall whined as Derrick pulled away from her and ran after me. Sonia looked bewildered as Derrick chased me. "Sarah, wait!” Finally, Derrick caught up to me. "What now?" I asked, annoyed. "We’re getting back together, right? Don’t worry about Kendall. She’ll accept being the mistress because you’ll always be my wife," Derrick said shamelessly. "Hey, Derrick, sleeping with a hooker has messed up your brain, huh? Speak with some sense. Now move. I’m leaving."

“My answer is no, Mr Miller. I will not become your side whore....” “Language, Ms. Robinson.” Jack suddenly interrupted her. “And you won't be what you're calling it. You'll be my lover. My secret lover entitled with everything.” “Saying it with fancy words doesn't change the fact about what you just asked of me, Mr Miller. A mistress, a secret lover or a side chick, whatever you might call it, it's still horrible, and I'm not that kind of woman.” Ana showed how disappointed she was before she looked away. If not that they were inside a moving car, she would have already gotten down from the car.

Not when her biggest problem was a broken nail or a bad batch of designer perfume. Leila exhaled loudly, throwing her arms up. “Okay, fine. You’re stubborn as hell, so I won’t argue anymore.” She paused, eyes gleaming with something mischievous. “But—I have a brilliant idea.” Vlada arched her brow. “Oh no.” “Work for me,” Leila blurted out. “Seriously. I need someone I can trust. My maids—ugh—they keep messing with my stuff. One even stole my necklace last month. I’ve been cleaning my own room ever since.”

Katherine broke my trail of thought by breaking the distance between us, "If it's not you leaving, how bad could it be?" She attempted to bring her hand into mine, and intertwining our fingers but I couldn't bring myself to return her affectionate touch. "Katherine, I'm so sorry," I began, "I'm having an affair." She couldn't look at me, and every ounce of affection that was seeping it's way through her body had now disappeared. She retreated herself back to the bed staring her breakfast, "These are pity eggs." I heard the crash of the platter as it was introduced to the floor. "You made me believe that this was going to be a great morning, I believed you when you said you weren't going away

Every time she swore that that would be her last conquest, she ended up seeing better offers from richer men and like an addict, she would go right back to the drugs she'd promised not to use again. Besides, her father's wife, Corinne had now bore her father an heir and had secured the central place in his life. Every day, it became increasingly obvious that there was no way that his wealth was going to find its way into Charlotte or her sister, Lucy's hands. They'd best fight for themselves. Her second conquest was an older man in his sixties. He was old in age but still virile in bed and all the older women his age that he'd hooked up with simply did not possess what it took to satisfy him

“Yes, well, that’s a habit you’ll have to break while you’re with me.” “I don’t think I want to be molded into something I’m not.” She sighs heavily, glancing around. “Although I suppose that’s happening, isn’t it?” I refuse to feel guilty because of her father’s poor planning. “Are there other mistresses here, do you think?” She asks. “I suspect there are, but they’re cleverly disguised as ladies.” I tell her. She sighs. “Much like me.” Not like you, I think. In all of the lands, I doubt there is a woman that compares.

Then she told them about Flora: -I never knew Mistress like Agatha readers! Else, I would have read all her books! -No little Lola, you should never be reading a book for the sake of someone else. You read books for your own and only your exclusive joy. And she kissed her full sweet lips. It was a french kiss. And a very long one indeed! Soon the laugh of the two girls rose in the suite. their mistress teased them by licking their necks and kissing their chests. Then she asked them to strip and allowed them to fulfill her desires. Their voices were heard outside the suite. But the train was already noisy. The noise concealed the moans and only sharp laughs were heard from time to time. And p

I hated how my body reacted to his, yet I was never going to let him know. “ What is it that you don't want to do anymore? ” He inquired, his tone even more taunting than before. It was such a good time for him to make fun of me. Slowly, I raised my head and found his face just inches apart. ' I get what I want Alice Anderson and with someone as desperate as you, everything is too easy. ' He had said this when he offered me to become his mistress. I did not know or understand anything at that time.