Prince Mistress Novels & Stories

The atmosphere held a tense stillness as the staff members were about to leave when Samantha's voice cut through the air, making them freeze in their tracks. "Why are you following her? She has no position in the pack." A brief hush fell upon the room, all eyes shifting between Samantha and me. "Actually, I have," I announced confidently, "I'm your Alpha King’s mistress." Audible gasps echoed in the hall as the maids and staff looked at me in shock. The surprise in their eyes suggested they found it unexpected for someone to hold that title with pride. Frankly, I felt the same, but I could play the part. The title didn't bother me as long as it fueled Samantha's anger.

I could tell she was freaking out on the inside as she kept entwining her little manicured fingers. "For a princess like you, you don't have to work at a café, I just did you a favour, don't I at least deserve a thank you? " I asked her but I know she's super mad. I just wanted to tease her a little so she'd roll her damn beautiful eyes. No harm. And did I just call her princess? What is happening to me? Then she did it again and I couldn't help but compliment the adorable act. "You know, that's what makes you more beautiful than you already are. When you roll your eyes, that blue shade turn gray for 2 seconds." I could tell she was shocked since gasped and walked away before I could say a

she said her melodic voice trembling, “May I hug you?” Her question itself told Layana she too felt guilty for leaving her, she nodded and the woman who stood a few inches taller pulled Layana into her arms, closing her eyes as tears spilt down her cheeks, inhaling her daughters’ scent, “Layana,” she whispered trying to hold back her sob. The priests watched in shock, the woman who resided here was the king’s mistress? The mother of the third princess, just the sheer weight of that truth stunned them to silence.

Everyone has. Why is this mistress slapping this slave? Not her business. She told herself solidly as she started walking away from the aggravating scene. She hates mistresses so much because of Mistress Donna, but that wouldn't make her take it out on other mistresses. "My princess?" Henna's voice came from behind her. "Yes, Henna?" She swiveled her head to the side to see her personal maid staring at the mistress and the slave. "Isn't that Princess Danika?" Henna asked.

She continued, "Don't forget that you were the one who came onto me first, Your Highness! I wasn't the one to seduce you—I already had a lover! You killed him; you made him die on that battlefield! I was going to end my life, yet you saved me and brought me back. "You fell for my beauty and had your wicked way with me. Not once, not twice… No, you had me more than a hundred times!" Michael slapped her hard, making her head turn to the side from the force. Her hair flew over her face, covering the redness that had arisen from her anger and the slap. She didn't move for the longest time. Then, she turned back and screeched, "You can kill me, but it won't change the fact that you've taken a mis

The kind that seeps into your marrow. I almost giggled. What a stereotype. The mistress gets food tossed in her face in a fancy restaurant. I mean, Jesus — was this a bad soap opera? I looked in the mirror. My eyes were puffy. My complexion was blotchy. And all I could do was wonder how stupid I'd been to believe I ever belonged in that kind of life, sitting opposite Creed with gold-plated menus and lilac drinks. As if I were some kind of princess instead of an imposter in a red dress and too-good-to-be-true makeup.

He told them. “It is not like we want these powers.” Vermeil spoke and carelessly shrugged. Nicht glared at him, and Zedrick blocked Nicht’s sight of Vermeil. “Well, let’s go back to our previous topic.” Nicht spoke, referring to the matter that Lovis realized earlier. “What is Her Highness the Princess guilty about?” he asked and smiled. Everyone’s gaze turned to Lovis, waiting for his answer. But, Lovis can’t speak. “Enough of your bullshit!” Vira yelled and glared at Nicht. “I still haven’t settled the score with your kin hurting Rayven!” she said as a purple orb of light appeared on her hand.

This time, I would not repeat the same fate. I walked straight to the wheel and tore off the slip marked with my letter–A. The room fell silent in shock. "Is she insane?" "That's one less competitor–our chances just improved!" "But the young master clearly favors someone else. Marrying into that… do you think it'll end well?" The thirty-five other women on the wheel were whispering to each other. The other girls whispered among themselves. I did not care. I calmly tore the slip in my hand to pieces and dropped it into the trash.

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

She was also my son's fiancée, Scarlett Harper. Before I could speak, she raised her voice and shouted toward the store entrance. "Everyone, come take a look! This is what a mistress looks like these days. Completely shameless! "She secretly took photos of the 700,000-dollar dowry my fiancé, Nathaniel Cole, prepared for me, claimed it was for her, and posted them online while pretending to be some socialite! "Why don't you take a look at yourself? You're already so old, and you're still trying to seduce a rich young man. It's disgusting!"