The Dragon's Mistress Novels & Stories

“Please pick up the folders, Ms. Escobar.” I bent down. My hands trembled as I picked up the folders and put them on his table. There was a long silence between us. Lifting my face to look at him, I saw him watching me intensely like I was some movie that piqued his curiosity. “You’re too young. Did you enjoy being my father’s mistress?” he asked with a blatant tone. I felt dismayed at his accusation. He was no different from the people in this school. “You ruined my family.”

I sigh; I say, “I knew the red monster was a dragon because I’m the dragon. Tru is my soulmate. We were supposed to have a life together 500 years ago, but she was killed before we could. When Tru died, all the magic started to die with her. This included the dragon stone. It allows dragons to shift from dragon to human form, allows us to reproduce, and uses magic. I was given a gem to serve as my dragon stone and turned to stone. Originally, I was told I would wake only when the world completely forgot about dragons, but now I know that wasn’t true. It was Tru’s presence that woke me.” “Is that how she died? By a dragon?” Alice asks. I shake my head, “No, it was by a human. He was compelled

She picked up the memorial photo from the floor, feigning confusion. "What's this picture?" she mumbled. Then, she shrieked, deliberately dropping Claire's photo on the ground as if it were cursed. "Martin, Stella is... Isn't this going too far? Mrs. Hughes Senior is alive and well, but she actually..." Martin violently tore the photo to shreds and threw the pieces in my face. The fragments cut my cheeks and sliced through my already shattered heart. I dropped to my knees, frantically picking up the pieces and trying to put them back together. The glass shards pierced my palms and shins, but nothing hurt as much as seeing Claire's final photo destroyed.

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."

Hard. Her golden heart. Her haunting gray eyes. That intoxicating chocolate scent. The little ways she smiled when she thought no one noticed. I didn't just want her—I needed her. The first time in my life, I actually imagined something real. Permanent. I wanted Angel to be mine. The woman I'd finally settle down with. Protect. Love. Worship. But that dream crumbled the moment she looked me in the eye at the restaurant and told me—without flinching—that she didn't care what the world thought. She'd rather be Raul's mistress than anyone else's queen.

MARIE After the little drama, the gentleman took my hand and led me into the ballroom. The moment the grand doors opened, I was engulfed in light and splendor. The ballroom was the epitome of wealth and elegance, with a domed ceiling painted like a renaissance masterpiece. Massive crystal chandeliers hung like frozen waterfalls, scattering golden light that glimmered against the polished marble floors. Along the walls, long velvet drapes the color of deep wine framed towering windows that reached the ceiling. Between each drape were mirrors trimmed in gold, reflecting the endless glint of opulence.

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Werewolf Kings Mistress- So this story is still really new and only has like 4-5 chapters out. Right now Regan is meeting with his mate Dominique in secret and she still has no idea that werewolves exist. At work she starts to get closer to her coworker, Cyrus, who also happens to be the leader of the rebellion plaguing Regan. Eventually the queen and Regans wife, Claire, was going to find out that Regan was still seeing the human. Not letting anything slip she was going to have her killed so her position wouldn't be at risk. Cause afterall, if Regan changed her into a wolf then she wo

She pushed Moose and Crume off her, her strength returning quickly. They moved obligingly, their bodies still heavy with post-orgasmic haze. She sat up, her red hair fanned around her, her eyes narrowed. “Lima!” she called, her voice clear and cutting through the lingering hum of pleasure, but the dragons didn't pay her any mind, continuing with their pleasure spree. A slender, swift figure, a fox-like woman with intelligent eyes, detached herself from the shadows near one of the obsidian pillars. “Mistress?”

'' The ways how the words came out of Catori's mouth, and the look she had on her beautiful face made it known to Rydstrom that his mate wouldn't hesitate to kill those in Desolation. ''Tell you what. I will take you back to my palace and if you still have the feeling of killing those that you hate, then I won't hold my army back.'' ''And you will teach me how to be a dragon?'' "Of course.'' Catori smiled. ''I always knew that dragons were real. I mean, who would just make up stories like that? And I'm certain that the Villagers aren't so smart to come up with tails like that on their own.''

Cassia proudly said. “Hello, dear! So you’re the one who organized everything. Nice to meet you, Sofia. I’m Larissa Quinto, Asher’s mother,” Larissa greeted warmly. “Sofia? You look familiar. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but do you work at a casino in Angeles?” Armando inquired. “Yes, sir,” Sofia replied tersely. The beautiful woman composed herself as she faced Armando Quinto, determined not to show any sign of nervousness. She refused to let him see her as weak in such a situation.