The Mistress Book Novels & Stories

The mistress was actually pregnant! Knowing this, Ms. Lilian wanted to kill the Mistress and the baby. Her son was mistreated and was thrown away just for this bitch and the baby she was carrying? With so much anger in her heart, she almost made a mistake and harmed them. But to think that small provocation caused the mistress to miscarry. Ms. Lilian then recovered from her fury. She realized she had made a grave mistake. Since then, a demon was constantly battling with her to kill them.

Annabel replied from the ground, as she tried to get on her feet and wait for her next order from the mistress. My mistress, you bare the fairest of them all. I know it, already. But for your reply, I won’t make you starve this night. You are lucky. Now depart from my sight before I lose my lunch. She said as Annabel nodded and bowed before leaving her chambers. Okay, Ambrosia. This is your perfect chance to wrap the prince around your finger. She said to herself in the mirror as a knock on the door was heard. Who is it? She yelled from the mirror as the voice said,

The scene inside would have been comical if it weren't so pathetic. The mistress was straddling Thorne, her body moving rhythmically above his. They had been in the middle of their nightly activities, completely unaware of what was happening outside. When the door crashed open, the mistress looked up. Our eyes met. She smiled, slow and knowing, and climbed off the old Alpha without hurry. "He's all yours," she said, gathering her clothes. "I'll leave you two to talk." She walked past me, trailing her fingers across my chest as she went. Then she was gone, disappearing into the shadows like the snake she was.

“You were face-down in the gutter outside a mansion that didn’t want you. If I hadn’t picked you up, someone would have finished what he started.” The memories of the night came rushing back. I looked down. “How do you know about David?” He leaned against the frame of the car, crossing his arms. “After finding out you were the ‘mistress’…” He used his fingers to make air quotes around the word. “...and hearing all about how you were ‘seducing’ poor, innocent David, I figured you were someone worth knowing. Especially since he wants to dispose of you so badly to keep his perfect little life from falling apart.”

These two were really treating me like a maid. “Here, it's warm water Mrs Hales.” I said as I handed Nicole the glass. Nicole's eyes widened in horror as she took the glass from me. "Ouch!" she gasped, clutching her hand and recoiling. "Alexa, you've burned me!" she accused, her voice filled with pain and anguish. The interviewers looked at each other, unsure of how to react. And then a rush of accusations flew through the air. "She is indeed a mistress?" shouted someone from the audience. "Trying to harm the wife as soon as she finds out she is pregnant, what a heartless woman."

Perhaps she could be trained. The Mistress reached the threshold of her rooms where Lyra stood. Her steady breath was broken by the soft sound of turning pages. The little wench was engrossed in one of her books. The Mistress’s fingers twitched. Her lips curled into something neither smile nor snarl. The den was hers. The blood would be hers. And Lyra would learn her place. Lyra

“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.”

She felt dizzy she indeliberately sat on the bed. "No..no..," Mia recollects the moments Jansen cancels their engagements and her heart raced fast, "he has been ditching me because of a woman? He has a mistress?" An image of her and Suzy the boutique Manager flashed through her mind and their conversation was echoing in her mind, "Jansen bought this dress three days ago?" Mia raised her brows she seemed stunned. "Yeah. He said he is buying it for a woman...a woman he loves."Suzy nodded in reply.

"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."

The lack of a direct acknowledgment only intensified the strangeness of the situation, leaving Dryzza to wonder how much more the mistress knew and what game was truly being played behind those calm, unreadable eyes. "I see," the mistress whispered, finally shifting her gaze to meet Dryzza's. Her voice, soft yet probing, carried a weight that cut through the silence. "But seeing that you are here, you must have come with a mission." The statement was neither a question nor an accusation, but a simple observation—one that left little room for denial. Dryzza hesitated, her mind racing through possible responses. She knew that any attempt at deception would be futile. The mistress had a presenc