The Mistress Of Auschwitz Novels & Stories

Before the grand staircase, there are two people wearing maid's uniform. "Good morning, Ma'am and Sir!" They greeted politely. "My gosh! Are we going to have our own room too? I mean, this place is really big..." Nerissa started squealing again, while trying to look around the hallway and rooms. The two maid can't help but to looked amused at Nerissa's reaction, while Isabella tried to stop Nerissa for being too noisy. "Nerissa... Please, we are just a visitor here. We are not here to demand." Isabella turned to Ms. Cynthia and Mateo.

But as we stood on the precipice of a new war, I chose to fight the first battle on my home turf: the canvas. ==== The Grand Galerie was a cathedral of glass and white marble, a space designed to make art feel like a religious experience. Tonight, it wasn’t just a gallery; it was a fortress. The elite critics from London, Paris, and New York were huddled in small, hushed circles, their voices a low hum of anticipation. For five years, I had been the “Madwoman of Aethelgard.” Tonight, the invitation carried only one name, embossed in gold against cream cardstock: VICTORIA VERMON.

“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.”

' I whispered I didn't notice when I started crying. 'Easy for you to say, I thought this would too but life doesn't go as planned, coming back I was hit with the reality that it was a fling and you were.....' I couldn't let him finish the poisonous words he was spilling, my hand came in contact with his face. 'I was what a mistress?' I laughed at how ironic this was. 'Lo...'

Russo's, it's time for you to meet your creator. *** The moon hung low in the midnight sky as I stealthily made my way through the dark alleyways of the city. The information we had received pointed to a warehouse in the outskirts, where Russo was rumored to be conducting his operations. As I approached the warehouse, I could hear faint whispers and the sound of clinking metals and murmurs. I cautiously made my way to the entrance, peering through a crack in the door. There, in the dimly lit room, I saw him - Marcus Russo, his lips lifted in a grin that wouldn't be able to form on his lips a few minutes from now.

Before I could voice my confusion, a tall woman strode toward us with an aura of confidence and style, as if she had just walked off a high-fashion magazine cover. “Mr. Martins” she greeted him warmly. “I wasn’t aware you’d be coming up today.” William’s jaw tightened for a split second, so subtly that anyone else might have missed it. “But welcome back,” she added with a practiced smile, her gaze landing on me. It moved slowly, appraising. “Is this… the guest you mentioned?” Guest. I didn’t know whether to feel offended or relieved. “No,” William replied curtly. “This is Miss Mark.”

"Wonderful. First and last month's rent, plus deposit. That's thirty-six hundred total." I had it. Barely. I'd been saving my gallery salary in a separate account Flynn didn't know about. Money for art classes I never took. Supplies I never bought. A future I never quite got around to starting. Turned out I'd been saving it for this. I wrote the check right there. Watched my savings account drop by more than half. Mrs. Kowalski handed me two keys on a ring with a little Polish flag keychain. "I'm a widow," she said quietly. "Thirty-two years. I know what it's like to start over."

I struggled to get up, half of my face swollen and blood dripping from the corner of my mouth. Shielding my abdomen, I spoke coldly, “What child? How could someone like me, a ‘vicious woman,’ possibly have the honor of carrying the great CEO’s child? “Amazing, really. You’re such a loyal and devoted husband. Truly touching. But you don’t have to worry about the child anymore. It’s gone.” I turned to Lisa with a sharp smile. “Oh, and congratulations, Lisa. You’ve finally picked up the trash I threw away. Enjoy these last few days of bliss because, soon enough, all your comforts will be enjoyed behind bars.”

Mistress’s hand gripped my hair and yanked my head back, forcing me to look at the four women standing over me like judges. “You wanted knowledge,” she hissed against my ear. “These are the pages you’ll be written on. They will use you. Every inch. Until you’re nothing but a text of obedience.” The women laughed softly, circling, closing in. My pulse thundered. My cock throbbed painfully, as if it already knew it was doomed. “Strip him of his fear,” Mistress commanded.

Ada Wong, the renowned freelance spy, found herself in a precarious position. After infiltrating Castle Dimitrescu in the heart of the Eastern European mountains, she was captured by the enigmatic and alluring Alcina Dimitrescu. The mistress of the castle had a sinister plan for Ada and the other captive, a young woman named Evelyn. Alcina, with her striking beauty and an air of authority, stood before the bound women. "Welcome to my castle, my dears. You will serve a vital purpose here." Her voice was smooth like silk, yet laced with an underlying menace.