Satan's Mistress Novels & Stories

"Poor creature, unable to protect herself. That's why I don't want to live as a lowly human like you; you can't survive alone. You are all stupid and weak." Before I could finally let out my last breath and pass out. I heard a voice. A very deep and blood-curdling voice that seemed to come from the depths of the earth. At the same time, I felt as if two sharp and scalding objects had sunk into my neck taking my life away. This night. . . I made you mine. I bestowed you power and immortality. I am now your god, and you'll serve me forever, Avery Raven.

Diane mumbles, longingly staring at the blood gushing out of David's hand. "Ma, your scent. It's changing." Ezekiel called out, looking at the sky - specifically the moon, worriedly. He signaled his brothers to encircle Diane and the father-son duo. "Ah, yes. Do you want to know something, Pota?" Diane crouched down and forced Tray to look at her. The man shakes in fear at Diane's psycho, murderous expression. "When the clock hits midnight, I don't know what will become of you. Or your son. So why don't you tell me where the money is?!" Diane gripped his hair.

Cosette growls, but Hadley laughs bitterly. “It’s too late for that. The wheels are already in motion for the new era. My Lord Gabriel has seen to it. All he needs now is you, Sasha. The born-again queen of the mystics. The angel of the other realms. The decider.” “What are you talking about?” I choke out, tears blurring my vision. “SARAH, GO!” Hadley growls, “I’m sick of your interruptions, bitch,” and launches herself toward Cosette, her blade sinking into Cosette's side.

I realized then that if I didn't clarify things today, I would forever be branded a mistress. "You say Harlan is your dad; is your mom named Doris Dewey?" Jennifer laughed arrogantly. "So, you're finally admitting to being the mistress?" "Let's call them both over and settle this once and for all. Then we'll know who the mistress is and who the disgraceful illegitimate daughter is!"

I’m a grownup woman. “Interesting.” Nathan is following me. “I hate you. Don’t humiliate me.” “I’m not, it’s just fun to watch you and Arthur play like a secret lover but the truth is you’re not.” I rolled my eyes and manage to escape him. It’s not like I don’t know that. Can’t he just not ruin the fun? I know it’s not fun being a mistress or being the other woman but I’m enjoying my setup with Arthur plus his wife and him are clearly over from the look of it so technically he’s just married in the paper.

So, she's a lawyer. I watched as she tilted her head. "And this one? You're gonna tell me who she is, or should I keep guessing?" Damien didn't even hesitate. "She's my mistress. So treat her with respect." Dahlia blinked, something shifted in her posture. "Mistress?" She echoed, slowly. "Well then. Guess I should've been nicer." Fred cleared his throat. "Come on." Damien said to me, gently tugging me away from them with a hand still at my back.

Chapter 16 The room plunged into a profound silence as Satana's voice echoed through its walls. All eyes turned towards him, their gazes fixed on his imposing figure. The air was heavy with anticipation, each breath hanging in the stillness, as Satana prepared to address the concerns raised. "I understand your concerns," Satana began, his voice low and resonant, commanding attention. "But a true leader needs more than just his own strength. He requires a mate who stands beside him, offering support and guidance."

She took up a sword and pointing it south, east, west and north, called up the four princes of hell. Satan, lord of fire Lucifer, bringer of light Belial, who has no master Leviathan, serpent of the deep "Ave, Satan." "I call upon you, Master, Prince of darkness, King of the night, throw wide the gate of hell and hear us." The high priestess shouted, not like a prayer, but like a demand. As her voice rang out, she held up a parchment. The light from the flames washed through it like blood. "Destroy our enemies, bring sickness and pain to those who harm us. We, your faithful, demand fortune and pleasure."

“I am Lara.” Okay? That is just a name folk, I want to fucking know who you are, and by that I mean what position you hold in this empire. “Oh,” she raised her brow as if she just heard my thoughts but maybe the expression on my face had done the talking. “I am the alpha’s mistress.” She said she was Adonai’s mistress as if she was the only one he had. I vividly remember I was told Adonai had three mistresses. This means there were two others like her, and with me makes it four. Interesting.

“You, mere low life!” Immediately as the Mistress fumes in rage, yet only a little as the rest is her act and talking this small detour to be her entertainment and teasing game to call. Where she is offended by such blasphemy, for she is holding her title and standing the world’s time, space, and dimension, and the epitome that follows the Yin and Yang. “Stop!”