The Dragon's Mistress Mga Nobela at Kwento

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.

She set her cup down and stood. "I should pack," she said and began stuffing her few items into her case when a loud roar shattered the sky. She froze as fear snaked its way through her veins. She looked over at Elric whose green eyes had brightened as he listened. She watched as the light from the lanterns danced over his skin and she could swear she saw scales slid along his flesh. "What is it?" she asked, her voice shaking. "A dragon. Udril has a dragon."

With each attempted shot at the target, her arrows repeatedly missed the mark, and she would let out a deep sigh. "Hey, your arms seem a bit shaky," I commented as I approached the young girl, noticing her tensed posture and unsteady grip. Startled by my sudden appearance, the girl looked at me in shock, took a step back, and bowed nervously. I chuckled softly, "Oh, no need for that. I am just a guest here." The girl hesitantly raised her head, looking at me. “No, you're not a guest. You're the Alpha’s Mistress.”

The gold embroidery continued from the shoulders, sweeping to form a dragon spitting its flames, seemingly flying away from the border of the lengthened train. It is like this that she enters the banquet hall where two tables, each at least a hundred meters long, have been set on either side of a raised platform where a third table is placed. Loras, the dragon king, already sat at the middle of it, offering Astrid a broad smile. The lords and ladies seated at the other tables stop chatting with each other as soon as they notice her enter. In fact, the whole room feels like it is holding its breath and has its gaze fixated upon her.

Only then did he pull out a thick coil of rope and bind me tightly to the window pillar. I could only brace my body and desperately keep my balance. The moment I tried to struggle, I would lose my footing and fall out the window, hanging headfirst in midair. Seeing the terror on my face, Orion was clearly satisfied. He gripped my chin tightly. "Gold-digging witch. That’s all it takes to scare you? Didn’t you say back then that as long as I gave you money, you’d do anything? You can’t even handle this little bit of suffering. How are you supposed to beg other men for money in the future?"

But the Mistress had already stated she didn’t care what Lyra wanted. Instead she steeled her voice, “I don’t need to prove anything to you.” The Mistress chuckled. “No?” Her gaze darkened, and when she spoke next, anger lined the mockery. “I have spent years molding him into the leader he is. Reforging him piece by piece into my blade, my finest work.” She stepped closer, expanding until she towered over Lyra. Bolts of lightning-like magic crackled around her, wrapping her in a storm of raw fury. “And then you came along. An unplanned, undeserving little variable ruining years of careful preparations.”

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.

“Joseph… I will not divorce you. “If she’s going to be a mistress, she’ll always be a mistress. Her son will only ever be an illegitimate child, hidden from the world!” Then I smashed everything within reach. Tore apart every document on his desk. I unleashed all my fury in front of him. Through Joseph’s dark eyes, I saw myself as a demon clawing its way out of hell. “I’m telling you, this isn’t over! “Wherever she gives birth, I’ll make the whole hospital know she’s a mistress.

Pushing forward, I pulled off of him only to move back again, taking him deeper until— “Oh Goddess,” I whimpered as something started to build. Not in my pussy, no, not there. I recognized this feeling. I was a moaning mess—uncaring as my half-hooded eyes caught a flash of light. “Kind of busy,” Levi grunted. “I thought you’d like to see what our Mistress is up to.” Andrius’ seductive tone had my toes curling as I made a sound halfway between a moan and a groan. It wasn’t sexy, it wasn’t pretty. If anything, it sounded like I was a demon rising from the underworld. But I was too far gone to care. It was feeling so fucking good.

"You think posting something online can force your way into our lives? Keep dreaming. A piece of trash like you isn't even worthy of carrying my shoes. You're only fit to crawl under a bridge and find a homeless man!" Her filthy insults came one after another, each one testing the limits of my patience. I genuinely began to wonder if there had been some kind of mistake. How could this possibly be the girl Nathaniel had described? I took a deep breath, suppressed the anger rising in my chest, and spoke coldly. "Listen carefully. I'm not a mistress. I'm Nathaniel's mother. In other words, I'm the biological mother of the fiancé you're talking about."