Online Mistress Novels & Stories

“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.

Nerissa spat angrily, but Isabella shook her head. "But you also know the truth, Nerissa. Mateo and I, we never signed any divorce papers. You're living a lie." Nerissa sneered. "Oh, please. You disappeared, Isabella. In the eyes of the world, you were as good as dead. Mateo moved on. We're married now. That makes you the mistress, trying to worm her way back into his life!" Nerissa said heatedly, she's breathing hard, her cheeks and ears slightly reddened. Isabella feels like there's a huge knife that stabs her chest with every word she says.

She added while brushing her hair. “Just be careful with him. He sounds like someone who will make you miserable.” “Heck no! Antonio can't hurt a fly. He speaks like someone who needs so much…” “You don't stay with him,”Camila interrupted, helping her with her heels, “He's married with kids and yet, he needs you as a mistress.” “It's normal for any Italian man to want a mistress. I mean, they all do it. Most Italians want a mistress who can support them.” Amora said, shrugging. She was done dressing up.

The headline of the article read, "CEO Gordon seen hanging out with his mistress despite being engaged to popular model and singer, Wendy Macinni. “Mistress? Are they for real? How dare they degrade my Lisa like that? I swear to God, I will have this media house demolished into shambles!” “Seriously, you should be the one to be asked if you are for real! Of all the mess this whole thing has created, the only thing you are worried about to them referring to her as a mistress? You've got to be kidding....” “You need to do something! Get this taken off the media.”

Anna Garcia came running over with the tablet in her arms, with a strange face: 'Sister Kristen Healey, it's so strange that you read the comments in the play. Kristen Oliver looked at the tablet, which showed 'The Phoenix Crys and the Moon Hearts', and the comments on it were all scolding mistress. And this scolded mistress seems to be her. Kristen Oliver looked speechless: 'I am a mistress, whose mistress is it?' Anna Garcia spoke carefully: 'It belongs to Mr. Wharton.' 'Bullshit.' Kristen Oliver couldn't help swearing: 'When did I become his mistress? Isn't this nonsense? Who is the Lord? '

Tears were already pooling in her eyes and she fought to stay strong. "You shut the fuck up you prostitute and listen to me! You do not deserve to be with someone like my daughter but she likes you. She gave an orphan like you a life yet you have no shame." Christine was livid. She tried to hold on but the insults got to her and she stood up. "Sorry madam but I have to go." "You'll go when you explain these." Rhoda threw an open envelope to Christine's feet, letting the content spill right in front of the furious girl.

“My name is Sapphire and I’m here from Fantasies.” The muscles in Felix’s body visibly relaxed. Fantasies was an elite at home prostitute service. Their website allowed for patrons to pick any girl with whatever body specifications, kinks, accents, accessories or outfits the men desired. Fantasies ensured that all of their girls were devoid of STDs and had contraceptives so that men who wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex without the pressure of condoms could be free to do so.

Crying wasn't going to solve anything. Checking around she only saw a cheque of five billion dollars and a note vividly explaining how tight and good she was in bed got her all flared up, the person had written that note like she was nothing but a dirty whore who should be grateful for a generous tip. Paying her off for a night stand was bad but making her look like a slut was the least she could contain with, that son of bas**rd should be lucky they never met gave to face and also for the fact she had no idea who he was or she would have taunted him to death and told him how much of a fool he was, the nerve of that b**ch.

He added. While listening to Nicholas, I could feel his excitement for the fulfillment of all the plans we prepared. But, I was suddenly surprised by what he said regarding the training. So, I still have to undergo training to be a perfect result of what he planned for. I thought as soon as I finished this operation, I will instantly go and do what was written on the agreement. Yet, I understand that I still need to be trained. The last time I became a mistress was just an instant situation. It was not planned, and I just fell for the promises of William that time. Those times came from my feelings for him. I got blinded and was too good to be a villain. Now, I have to be like one since I wo

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.”