Satan's Mistress Novels & Stories

“Push. I didn’t stay in the dark for five years just to watch another Vermon lose her child.” The lawyer stepped back, his face going pale. “Who… who are you?” The woman smiled, a jagged, terrifying expression. “I’m the original sin. And the dinner party isn’t over yet.” ==== “You’re holding the pen wrong, Victoria. You always did have a tendency to grip too tight when you were afraid. It ruins the flow of the ink.”

Walking down the darkness, the walk was like she'd done this before and when she got to the opening where thousands of demons were, she just stopped and watched. "We have achieved the first phase of our plans!" She heard a growling voice and as she looked up, it was Sathanas on his throne. Was he celebrating having fought her or what? "However, I haven't gotten any information on where the Orb could be. Looks like we have a lot of stubborn people to deal with. Starting from Lilith." He pointed his staff to a woman who was tied to a pole, her body now withered than when she'd last seen her. When and where she had first seen her, she couldn't tell, but she looked different.

That was the message Selvi had conveyed from Franklin to Satan. Satan walked closer towards Selvi. His eyes caught the sight of a Spiritual. He froze in his tracks as he saw a Spiritual chained up with the wall. "What is this? What is this ugly thing doing inside this Palace? Where is everyone? Where is your Master?" Satan was able to ask Selvi a few questions. He just couldn't help but think that something was off. The Spiritual looked unconscious, but the aura around her was enough for Satan to shiver in fear. Selvi stood up and walked towards Satan. She grabbed his arm and smiled seductively. She had learned a few things while working with Franklin. Now she wanted to use everything she ha

', she wailed, beseeching her devil husband through her helpless, teary eyes but that didn't had any considerable effect on his desperate insatiable hunger for retribution and the emotionless satan caged within him. 'Don't what, baby? I'm just helping you to liberate yourself from the sin you've committed, last night', he husked, sniffing the evident fear rising in her soft brown orbs. She vaguely shook her head, subtly denying from the fact that it was anything but a sin. Is running away from a vile tormentor, a grave crime? No, not in her definition of sinlessless and insane cruelty.

“Hey, I know you don't want anything to do with me right now baby but for the sake of old times just give me a chance.” “A chance to do what Monalisa??? I am in no mood for your bullshit…I won't say it again, fuck off!!!’ Arsenio yelled. “But baby…” “If he wants you to fuck off, then fuck off!!” I said as I barged into the room. “Who is this bitch….ohhh, I remember you…the mistress or is it, maid???” Monalisa said. “Yes, I am the mistress and who are you??? Or is it, ex wife???” I responded as I smirked.

“She knows that we were fucking each other behind her back. In our own home.” My heart stopped beating. My eyes widened as I stared at him, the blood completely draining from my face. “She found them, Sandra. She saw the video tapes. The sex tapes we made,” David confessed, the brutal reality hanging in the quiet air between us like a executioner’s axe. “She watched it. Every single thing. There was absolutely nothing left for me to say to defend myself, because the truth was right there in front of her. She knows you were my mistress.”

Daniel’s POV The morning light ran through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my top-floor office, turning the city below into a glittering chessboard. I sat behind my massive desk, the weight of last night still burning in my veins of Serena’s body pinned against that wall, her gown hiked up, her tight pussy clenching around me as she came hating her hatred. She is my forbidden obsession and mistress, and I would burn the world to keep her safe. No matter the price.

she countered, her fists curling at her sides. "I wouldn't have risked my all for a mistress," Nate reminded her, his face hardening. A flicker of pain crossed her face upon hearing that, and her lips pulled into a sad smile. "That's what everyone's wondering. Why Nathaniel Serrano risked it all for his mistress when he could have easily gotten another," Sera shot back without losing her composure. "You're not that. Don't use that word," Nate spoke furiously. "Then should I use whore? A sex slave? Or an esco..,"

It was said that Xena caused quite a scene in the hospital. She was crying and yelling that she was doing the right thing by punishing a mistress and that she had done nothing wrong. A police officer, fed up with her antics, snapped, "What are you yelling about? Aren’t you the mistress yourself?" Xena froze, the light in her eyes fading as she murmured, "The one who isn’t loved is the real mistress… The one who isn’t loved is the real mistress…"

It’s right of her to figure some distance between us is for the best with this manner of conversation. “Sienna has worked diligently for me for many years, and I care about her deeply. This has nothing to do with worth. However, it is evident to everyone looking into this home that Sienna is here due to your generosity, not mine.” “So?” She tucks her hands behind her back, all poise and elegance. “So, it is time to take Sienna as your mistress.” My heart beat stutters. Mistress? Vivid images of Sienna splayed out on my bed, her naked form nestled between my ivory covers, her sweeping curves beneath my palms flashes unbidden across my mind.