My Mistress's Eyes Novels & Stories

I hope you felt the emotions, the pain, and the happiness that came with their love story. Meaning of the Story: The Mistress is more than just a tale of betrayal and love — it is a story of forgiveness, redemption, and second chances. It shows that even when love is tested by lies, pride, and mistakes, true love will always find its way back. Lorain’s strength reminds us that pain can turn into power, and that forgiveness is not a sign of weakness but of courage. In the end, the story teaches that real happiness comes when we choose to let go of the past, forgive, and love again — not because everything is perfect, but because love deserves another chance. ❤️

"Have I been too kind to you lately? Is that the reason you think you can tell me what to do?" "I'm sorry" she croaked out "I won't do it again" he wasn't Enrico. The way he looked at her was different. She could swear there was disgust and loathing in his eyes. Which had her wondering what the true nature of his relationship with Natalia was. "Is that so?" He asked the look in his eyes changing. With his other hand, he pulled the strings of the robe and pushed it open. Thalia's eyes widened when he ran a finger down her chest and stopped right above her pelvic area "Have you forgotten I own you?"

"Her eyes are grey-green. She is a Vayne. The Vaynes have grey-green eyes." "For one second," Mistress Yael said. "Just one second. When she lifted her face. Her eyes were not grey-green." Garrick stared at her. "What were they?" The two witches looked at each other. The younger one — Mistress Sarn — said it. "They were Castien's eyes." Garrick stopped breathing. Castien.

She had skin that was velvety against his own, and he yearned to touch her and experience that softness once again. It was still fresh in my mind the way she took a glance at the tinted glass room. Those sensual gazes of her hazel eyes. I had a lot of encounters with women who were gorgeous and with tempting bodies and all of them were good in bed. But my little mate surpassed them with her. She was perfect to be my mistress. And that is just how Florence will be. My mistress, never my Luna.

Berrilyl's POV I watched as the Young Mistress, who had once stood so tall and proud, stood now, her eyes filled with an emptiness, strange and unreal. The confident, almost arrogant expression was gone, replaced by something I couldn't quite place something fragile. It was as if the weight of what she had done, or perhaps what she had been forced to do, had broken her in ways no one could see. But despite the pain in her eyes, despite what was much struggle, no pity did I feel for her.

When the door barged open, I wiped off the tears quickly from my eyes, hating to have anyone see me in that broken state. I forced out a rough smile, expecting to see the maid, June, but lo and behold, it was the wicked witch, his mistress; Ophelia. My smile fell off my face, dread replacing whatever positive feeling I’d tried feigning. Her raven black hair glistened under the bright lighting of the room and her blood-red lips parted into a wickedly beautiful smile, cat eyes gleaming.

The king’s mistress fell on her knees, weeping her heart out, crawling and begging. My head snapped from the man who seemed to want to have my head, to the king’s mistress then to the king. What the hell was happening? I was too tired for all that was happening, needing to sit down. My hand went to my forehead, rubbing it with all the commotion that was happening. What eye did the man want, what eye? “Please Alpha Bush, please, please I am sorry.” The king’s mistress was weeping, the floor wet with her tears. It was so much I felt my own chest sore, feeling as if my heart was breaking at how broken she was.

I addressed her quietly. My voice caught a little when Master found a particularly sensitive spot, and I had to swallow to keep the loud cry inside. But my control paid off because Mistress looked up at me, her gorgeous eyes burning with need. "Yes?" she whimpered, trying to control herself as well. "Please-"

It was as if she was on that dance floor all by herself, dancing inside an invisible bubble to the catchy beat of music pounding into everyone's ears. For a brief moment, while lost in awe of this woman, her eyes made contact with Cole's. He was mesmerized by her luscious red lips and sexy smile. However, he swore he saw the dark pupils of her eyes turn bright ruby red and then back to a lovely shade of brown. Just an illusion or refection of the lights, he thought. Here....

I awake with a slight headache and sit up, looking around the room. I realize I am alone and stand carefully. I look around the room in search of the bathroom. I decided to try the black door by the balcony first, and internally dance it is. I turn the light on and look in the mirror. My hair is stuck to my face, and my eyes are puffy and red from crying. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.