Novel & Cerita The Dragon's Mistress

But the girl was adamant. “It’s true, sir,” she said, still struggling against my grip. “Queen Mila is the last dragon. Our lady. Our fearsome queen.” “A queen of what?” I scoffed. “I saw no other dragons in there, just different animals. Cats, birds, lizards…”

"May I ask what that is?" The mistress merely smiled, her fingers lightly drumming against her lap. "I’ll reveal it when the time is right. For now, tell me how I can assist you." Dryzza swallowed hard, her instincts screaming caution. She wasn’t entirely sure she could trust the mistress, whose enigmatic aura made it impossible to read her true intentions. Dryzza’s usual psychological skills seemed powerless against the subtle, unpredictable nature of this woman, leaving her uncertain of what lay ahead.

This was the second time I was actually witnessing Alicia's true demeanor, all the smile she gave were always fake, even now when she walk past me she had tried to smile but the pain on her face wouldn't allow her. If things could get brutal between this two just by only seeing each other then what say me if they ever found out I was in a cozy place with Damon. One was the ice cold wife, the other was the feisty obsessed lover who won't back down, with this two there isn't any guarantee that I shall survive if they come after me, I the mistress. After several hours things were now calm and the storm was over, even the dark cloud had already left the sky and now Alicia came out of her room wh

Valmore nodded, accepting what Mallik just said. "We only know about fairy drifters, we don't know about the dragons. Dragons are a race born in fairy, so it must be true. Only drifters have the ability to see us, so it must be true. It must be that Dragon drifter who tripped the drifter sensor" Valmore agreed. Mallik thought the same thing. "It's not the only thing I came across this time. I heard gossip that this dragon drifter's mate looks like the late princess Catherina and she must be Catherina's missing daughter" Mallik shared about the gossip that the entire summer realm is whispering about.

“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.”

he muttered, raising his sword, lightning sizzling around it, ready to throw his sword at the dragon when Layana placed a hand on his shoulder, “Aren't dragons quite smart… what if we simply try to talk to it, I read somewhere they serve masters… Can’t we somehow be at peace with it?” she asked her shield still held up. “You have a point, its master is the one that we called the dragon king of Ehlesaar, but its been centuries and the oath that bound these beasts is long forgotten… now they answer to no one…but it’s not that easy Layana… to tame a dragon is dangerous… and without the oath between them it is impossible…” Kayden said but none missed the confidence in Layana’s eyes

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

I clenched my teeth in rage, my eyelids twitching uncontrollably. I could not believe that Martin had actually allowed Waverly to destroy the few remaining traces of Claire. I lunged forward and grabbed Waverly by the hair, dragging her toward the door. "Get out! Don't make me say it twice!" Waverly screamed and struggled against me. "Ah! You bitch! Grab her! I'll pay you double!" One of the construction workers stepped forward and kicked me hard, sending me crashing to the floor. The burning pain spread through my body as I grimaced, but they clearly were not done with me yet.

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.