Prince Mistress Novels & Stories

His voice was soft and it shamed her further. Looking at them, the Viscount asked. "Do you know her?" The Prince, resting on the adjacent wall with ankles crossed, said. "She's Carlisle's guest here at the Castle." "What?" Beth noticed the streak of alarm on the Viscount's face. Then, an insulting smile. No words had been said; no information exchanged, but she knew what it was that ran through the thoughts of Lord Cossington. Did the same also cross the thoughts of the Prince and the King? How could she ever appear before any if she was thought to be the mistress of the Duke of Carlisle?

“No Hazel. A crown prince or a king don’t have much choice in such matters. He might come to you, can spend time with you. But he would never …” He stopped himself. “Finish it, Prince Noah. I can take it, trust me.” She smiled sarcastically. Taking a deep breath Noah nodded, “He would never make you his wife or even mistress. Our mistresses also belong to …” “Upper class? They are superior? Not some ‘nobody’ like me? Woah!” she laughed while her tears were running on her face.

My heart leaps to my throat. “We'll have to—” Suddenly, there's commotion in the hall. The girls gasp, murmurs erupt, and some make happy squeals. Man in charge—fuck it, we'll call him little man, for now—momentarily forgets me and turns in the direction of the noise. My chest is still heaving from the exertion I put my poor heart to as Rhea squeezes my hand reassuringly. “Girl, that was close,” she whispers. “Your highness! You shouldn't be here! Gods!” It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince.’

she answered respectfully. “What did Prince Aldridge have for breakfast this morning?” Shawn asked. “Master had rice, boiled egg and shrimp accompanied with a blend of juice,” Miriam answered as she recalled what they made for breakfast. Shawn nodded his head then asked, “Can you tell me about him.” “Master is the seventh son of our king. He does not have the same mother as his first to fifth siblings who are her majesty’s children and is the only child of his mother who passed on three years ago. Master is twenty-two years of age and recently has been bestowed a rank higher than that of her majesty's second to fifth children.” She explained.

"Lyra, do you even know what kind of place this is? This is Mooncrest Pavilion! Where did trashy, poor people like you come from? You can’t even finish a bowl of bouillabaisse without packing it up, and you still have the nerve to eat here?" She stood in sky-high heels, wrapped head to toe in luxury brands Orion had bought for her as she peered down at my parents-in-law with undisguised arrogance. "Look at what these two old things are wearing. What kind of rags are those? If your parents are that poor, they should eat at a roadside stall. Why come to Mooncrest Pavilion? Orion was right about you. You married him for his money. Shameless." Mr. Hale understood immediately. She had mistaken th

Just as I was about to respond, another executive chimed in. "Or mine. That silhouette would be perfect for luxury retail." My mind went blank. Wait, were they recruiting me? Already? I hadn’t noticed William approaching until he stood beside us. Quiet. Fluid. A little intimidating. "Jane is currently training under Mira," he said calmly. "She’s not available." The man with silver hair let out a chuckle. "Relax, William. We’re just admiring your...." He hesitated. Then, with a knowing smile, added, ".....mistress."

"I could also tell that you had already claimed your very first enemy. Why is she looking at you like that?" "Hmm?" "The mustard girl." "Oh my gosh!" Princess Seri almost gagged at Prince Hazan's perfect description of Princess Celine, especially since the woman decided to wear yellow up to her gloves. "You can't say that; I might accidentally call her the same thing, Oh my God." The prince chuckled at how she reacted. "But seriously, Prince Hazan, I would like to ask you not to do this again," she said. "I might lose all my hair if you don't."

"Ethan, don't you know how much I love you? You are still young, why got married so early? Is she as pretty as me..." She's definitely a lot prettier than you, I thought. I silently put my hand behind my back, making a small signal. Not a few seconds later, the sound of high heels appeared next to me, my other hand was grabbed by another person, “Ethan, so you hid here. The president is looking for you." The princess saw herself being interrupted by someone else, angrily said, "Who are you?" “I'm Olivia, Ethan's secretary. Nice to meet you, princess." Then she hurriedly pulled me away, leaving the woman behind enviously stomping her feet.

he whispered back longing for her to kiss him but she was luring him into an uncontrollable desire for him as she slowly undressed herself, being left with only her bra and underpants. “Do we have a deal Mathew?” she asked him while she had just lowered her hand into his pants and was about to give him a blowjob. “Yes, whatever you want” he responded looking with so much lust toward her. She then lowered his trousers and pulled out his dick, she placed herself just perfectly with her ass facing his face as she bent it over to suck him, he uncontrollably tore her pants and gently kissed her ass while she did the work on him. Priscilla was quite the devil when she was angry and on a mission. M