My Mistress's Eyes Novels & Stories

She wanted to ask, yet could not by the moment as all that she could ever do is watch the entire bloody scene that was taking place in front of her. “A familiar, a father and a husband. Such tragedy.” With the lustful gaze, but is hungry to kill and see them die. The Mistress looks at the pathetic king she once serve, idolize, loved, and adore, but since the huntress who stole everything from her including him, and is now fighting her minions in front of her. She could not resist her urge and lustful desire to rip her into pieces, as she whispers and calls her by her once title. “The huntress.”

“Joseph… I will not divorce you. “If she’s going to be a mistress, she’ll always be a mistress. Her son will only ever be an illegitimate child, hidden from the world!” Then I smashed everything within reach. Tore apart every document on his desk. I unleashed all my fury in front of him. Through Joseph’s dark eyes, I saw myself as a demon clawing its way out of hell. “I’m telling you, this isn’t over! “Wherever she gives birth, I’ll make the whole hospital know she’s a mistress.

Tears glistened on her cheeks, catching me by surprise. "What do you mean?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. She smiled faintly. Her once bring eyes, now dimmed. "I was Raul's father's mistress before we got married," she stated quietly. My eyes widened—I hadn't expected that. "Yes, Angel," she went on, her voice steady but laced with pain. "I was his mistress. The difference is, he already had a child with his wife." I stared at her, speechless. She played with the water as she spoke, her story unfolding like the ripples beneath her fingers.

"You think posting something online can force your way into our lives? Keep dreaming. A piece of trash like you isn't even worthy of carrying my shoes. You're only fit to crawl under a bridge and find a homeless man!" Her filthy insults came one after another, each one testing the limits of my patience. I genuinely began to wonder if there had been some kind of mistake. How could this possibly be the girl Nathaniel had described? I took a deep breath, suppressed the anger rising in my chest, and spoke coldly. "Listen carefully. I'm not a mistress. I'm Nathaniel's mother. In other words, I'm the biological mother of the fiancé you're talking about."

" Vera had already lost all strength. She stared in disbelief at the blood pouring from her abdomen. In the next instant, the tip of Orion’s blade plunged toward her eyes. Vera let out a piercing scream, clutching her eyes as she rolled on the ground in agony. "Did you splash bouillabaisse into my mother’s eyes? What else did you do?" Orion clamped his hand over Vera’s mouth and nose, not letting her make a sound. "When my father suffocated, it must have felt just like this." Orion stabbed Vera again and again.

He averted his eyes as he couldn’t see in her eyes which was filled with mockery, hate, anger many more emotions. "Why are you avoiding looking into my eyes??? You should feel proud that your friend was successful in what he wanted to do with me. He wanted me to fall in everyone's eyes and see today I have become a whore in everyone's eyes who is made only for pleasure with whom they can do anything they want whether my consent had or not because a girl who can be someone's mistress, what problem will she have in sleeping with other men, right? once a whore, always a whore” she said, her every word was laced with poison.

My father's mistress. I need that old cargo woman gone and out of this place. She disrespect me so much and she needs to be punished for that. Right now, our eyes are clocking unto each other and trust me,if eyes could kill, then mine would have killed hers. She's been on my nerves ever since she's been in this place. Thankfully, my anger disappeared the moment my eyes came across iris, my mate. She's innocently beautiful and I will do everything to protect her. I really blessed the moon goddess for giving me someone like her.

- she gasped, feeling him caress the side of her breast as his hand slowly rose to her face. - You don't need to understand, dear... - He opened a smile and Missy pretended, inside her mind, that she had lifted that sheet a little, more and more confused by those ambiguous sentences, and had seen a flash of bright green eyes and sharp canines among the shadows. -What big eyes you have, Grandma... And what a big mouth too... - With those beautiful eyes fixed on her, Missy didn't even have to pretend that she was fascinated.

I could just have her as an extra. Even as she walked in, the hurt in her eyes said it all. Her lips was still swollen. Her body trembling, unsure whether she hates me or wanted me. I wish if I just– "Baby," the mistress whines under me. "Harder baby, fuck me harder baby, you're loosing focus." I was actually loosing focus.

He jumped through the window before the footsteps reached the room. After the man disappeared, a maid rushed into the room and woke the lady from her slumber. Her eyes opened slowly, and her eyelashes fluttered like butterflies. Her golden irises started to glow like the sun. She is looking like an angel who descended on earth to save humanity. "Miss Lilian, Master is calling you for an urgent matter. You must get ready soon and come with me." The maid said it respectfully. She was stunned when she saw her mistress. She had already seen her mistress thousands of times. However, she still became breathless when she saw her again and again.