Satan's Mistress Novels & Stories

I didn't know it at the time, but Tituba was Lucifer's puppet. I used Hannah as my inside woman to infiltrate everything Titiuba was doing , and report back to me. Being my eyes and ears of everything. I would be reversing curses she put on townspeople, or curing the sick. I would return the souls of the ones she raised from the dead, as working in necromancy was her specialty, thanks to her master, Lucifer. The demon of all demons. The most vile angel to ever walk the face of the earth. He was in love with me, and I escaped him. Lucifer in love with me made me feel vile myself. I was probably the one person he also hated the most, as I was one of the ones to help trap him in hell. His broth

Three years after my husband, Lucien Vance, put me on a household spending card linked to his account, he hired Camilla Bennett to manage his money. From then on, every dollar I spent needed her approval. "Nine dollars for a cab? The bus costs one dollar." Denied. "An air conditioner for your mom? She's gone without one for decades. What's changed?" Denied. Lucien watched me fume and said, "Camilla knows what she's doing. She's helping us save money. You know I can't stand gold diggers." Then Lucien's mother, Nora Vance, landed in the ICU with severe pneumonia. She needed a ventilator, antibiotics, and continuous hemofiltration. The bill came to $30,000. Camilla denied it again. My hands s

"Urgh!" "I didn't come this far just to die nor hurt anyone innocent. If you want to leave this place, I will help you but first you must tell me what you know! Who is the mistress of this realm and what does she want in exchange for freedom?" The woman, quite insistent, attacks Amira once more yet remains futile. Realizing she stands not a chance, she finally spills, "The mistress of this abyss eats on the desire of everyone who gets stray in this place and when they loss senses of what they came here for, she'll throw them out of here."

“She’s the Roth family’s maid. Three years ago, she lost her mind, and since then, she’s convinced that she’s Mrs. Roth. Mr. Roth took pity on her and kept her in the house!” Right then, everyone’s eyes lit up with the realization. “No wonder Mrs. Roth never showed her face before. She only started attending banquets three years ago. She was afraid of that madwoman impersonating her!” Hearing everyone talk down about us, Tarni raised her chin haughtily. “Are you still going to put on this act? Not everyone can join the Roth family!” Her mother nodded before signaling servants to seize me and my mother once more. Tarni stepped forward with a smile and delivered a slap to each of our faces.

He said, "This is my sister, Sophie Vaughn, and this one…" When he introduced me, his voice faltered. Their gazes both landed on me. I clenched my fists tightly to stop myself from crying. Elias' cold voice slowly said, "She's my sister's friend and a student working at my house. She's basically our maid." My heart completely froze. So after six months together, I was just a maid to him. I was someone he could kiss and sleep with, but never publicly show. I swallowed the bitterness, straightened my back, and forced a smile.

"Elena! So all this time, you've been working as a plaything to satisfy the lust of sugar daddies? Who is the bastard that bought you, huh? Answer me!" Beatrice gave Elena no room to breathe. The cunning woman immediately grabbed Elena's hair from behind, forcing the girl's head backward with a violent yank. "Speak up, Elena! Who is the man you were with at the hotel? How much did he pay you for you to become this wealthy and suddenly own luxury clothes?!" Beatrice insulted her, tightening her grip on Elena's hair. She inflicted a torment that made the girl feel as though her scalp was about to be torn off.

“Fine. Do whatever the fuck you want. But you better keep him on a tight leash because if I ever set my eyes on him again, the only thing you'll retrieve are his bones." The manipulator paired with a freak show? John's nightmare has only begun. Just wait till he finds that he's become the very animal he's hated all his life. Karma, in his case, is the moon goddess.

“It’s one thing for me to make mistakes. But you” “Me?” she cut in, a faint edge in her tone. “I didn’t ask you to get a mistress, Damian. I even loved you enough to let you be,to let us all fun,Except for that slush fund disaster that day I couldn’t look past it then. But now? Now it’s in the past.” Her words hit him like cold water. Loved him enough… to allow him a mistress? His mind reeled at the paradox. He stared at her, trying to decipher whether she meant it or whether it was another of her clever manipulations.

“No jealousy. No selfishness. I own all of you. And you will give yourselves for nothing more than the sound of my moans.” She walked to her throne — a tall, red velvet seat raised on a black platform — and sat like a goddess waiting for worship. “Come.” They crawled. Gabriel took the left side. Eren, the right. Liane kneeled between them. Mistress raised one leg, resting her boot on the shoulder of Gabriel. “You will not speak unless told. You will not cum. This night is mine.” “Yes, Mistress,” they answered in unison. She pointed to her heels.

“Tresia, listen. We don’t know everything. I wish we did. It might make whatever’s coming easier to handle. I’ll tell you what we do know, so bare with me. First of all, everything you were taught about the last Veil Mistress is a lie. Well, except the six mates. That part is true. The Elders at the time became threatened by her and her men. The reason she’s only referred to as Mistress is because her name was stricken from all records. Your six’s parents were told her men's names by Dreamwalkers. Each of us are named after her men.”