My Mistress's Eyes Novels & Stories

“Yes, yes! Mistresses usually have sharp, bitter faces, all scrappy-looking and shabby. How can someone so pretty, warm, and classy be a mistress...?” “Everyone, everyone, don’t judge a book by its cover! Have you seen mistresses in TV dramas? Which mistress actually looks like a mistress?” At this, Chloe lost her composure and hurriedly interrupted them. If she let them keep judging by appearances, these knives borrowed to stab would turn against her instead.

Her scream echoed through the room, shrill and panicked. "Aaah!" But as soon as she spotted someone behind me, her expression morphed in an instant. Her eyes grew red-rimmed, tears welling up like a tragic heroine. "Emily, I know you despise me, but my child… my child is a life too!" I felt a strong hand seize my wrist, and I turned to find Tristan staring at me, his gaze glacial. "That's enough," he said coldly. "Emily, I asked you to come here for a civil conversation. How could you attack Faye like this?"

You have such beautiful eyes Blue Blue : {smiles} thank you From afar the chief maid's daughter was passing by when she sighted them She became angry Girl: what the hell is wrong with this Blue Maid. She doesn't know her boundaries? And she's openly flirting with the young master. I better report her to mom Then she went back inside hurriedly

Just by thinking about her, I feel my erection. The door opens and the mistress comes inside. I look at her face. She is Margaret, my mistress. I have fucked her more times than I have fucked any other mistress. She is good to spend a night with. I have not spent a night with her for two years. She is beautiful. She was sent to me as a gift for me to do as I please with her. I made her my mistress. Her head is bowed and her eyes are cast downwards. I can see that she has done extra effort in looking beautiful tonight. Even from a distance, I can sense the scent of saffron coming from her. Her body is covered with a big cloth which she is covering over her shoulders.

Doris was clearly sidestepping my question, yet the onlookers seemed to interpret her behavior as an admission of my alleged degradation. Jennifer's voice rose above the murmurs, her arms waving with fervor. "Guys, if we turn a blind eye today, who will stand for us when our time comes? Today, we are the judges of the mistress! For this shameless mistress who wreaks havoc on others' family, we owe it to ourselves to mete out justice!" Encouraged by Jennifer's impassioned words, the students jumped onto their desks, their chant of "Expel the mistress and make it right" echoing through the hall.

"Haha. Can you really hurt me seriously? That's not enough, Jane," Kate yelled at the woman in front of her. "Why? Do you want me to add that and put a bruise on your whole face? If that's the case, Jester will disgust you forever. Anyway, he's been getting tired of you for a long time because my husband has already had an affair with another woman. "We're just totally the same. Ah, wait, the difference between us is that I am the legal wife. You? The Mistress." Jane was about to move forward when she spotted a folder Kate was holding with "Files owned by Andi Kate", which was written on it.

she played with the tip of my hair We disengaged for a second to catch our breaths I looked into her jade green eyes and felt aroused again I placed my hands on her a$$ and folded them tenderly She cupped my face in her arms and placed soft kisses I kissed her nape and then her ear lobes We locked lips again and continued kissing She pulled away suddenly.. Her eyes dilated in surprise...she looked and me with muderous eyes "Pe_"I was cut short by a slap I bowed my head and held my hurting cheeks "This can't be happening"she muttered and ran upstairs What is wrong with me?...I can't be kissing her For f*** sake she's my mistress...I sat down on the couch and buried my face with my palm

It was a lie—the signal was jammed this far out on the estate—but it was the only weapon I had. Daniel’s eyes went murderous. He saw the defiance in my gaze, the way I stood my ground even as my body trembled with exhaustion. He realized in that moment that the “Madwoman of Vermon,” was dead, and in her place stood the woman who was going to dismantle his empire.

She picked up the memorial photo from the floor, feigning confusion. "What's this picture?" she mumbled. Then, she shrieked, deliberately dropping Claire's photo on the ground as if it were cursed. "Martin, Stella is... Isn't this going too far? Mrs. Hughes Senior is alive and well, but she actually..." Martin violently tore the photo to shreds and threw the pieces in my face. The fragments cut my cheeks and sliced through my already shattered heart. I dropped to my knees, frantically picking up the pieces and trying to put them back together. The glass shards pierced my palms and shins, but nothing hurt as much as seeing Claire's final photo destroyed.

Annabel replied from the ground, as she tried to get on her feet and wait for her next order from the mistress. My mistress, you bare the fairest of them all. I know it, already. But for your reply, I won’t make you starve this night. You are lucky. Now depart from my sight before I lose my lunch. She said as Annabel nodded and bowed before leaving her chambers. Okay, Ambrosia. This is your perfect chance to wrap the prince around your finger. She said to herself in the mirror as a knock on the door was heard. Who is it? She yelled from the mirror as the voice said,