The Mistress Runs Away Novels & Stories

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,

my mistress said, not moving from where she lay with her head between my legs. “The spy was caught and is held in their dungeon and we haven't even begun phase two of the plan to capture the girl” she said, sounding annoyed. “Another failure, like the rest of you!” She sneered, her glare burning into my skin. She was the physical embodiment of ‘if looks could kill’. “Seems I was wrong to trust you pet” my mistress said, throwing my leg over her shoulder and kissing a trail down my inner thigh to the soft spot between my pussy and thigh.

she softly said and i tried to calm myself down a little as it surprisingly worked and I walked back to my room thinking of where they could have gone to. I was in her room some hours ago and if they were to run away, they wouldn't have gone that far and I would be able to sniff her to wherever she might be at. The mistress was standing by my door waiting for her workers to bring the feedback to her and her face suddenly turned into a scowl when she saw them returning without Lenora or the bastard. "We couldn't find them" one of them whispered into her ear,they probably were foolish enough to think I wouldn't hear them.

Leonardo Ferrante stormed into my house like a man possessed. The moment he saw Vittoria Greco lying on the floor with blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, his expression immediately turned murderous. "Have you lost your mind, Camilla Marino?" I stood where I was, looking up at him. "You barged into my house, pointing and yelling at me for the sake of a cheap mistress who isn't fit to be seen in public. Leonardo, aren't you the one who's lost your mind?"

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.

I said, reaching for my phone. “What are you saying?” Allen snapped. “This isn't Joan…why would I be sleeping with your wife?” “Then ask her to take off her mask,” I shouted. “She can have the voice but not the face.” Allen turned to the lady. “I am sorry but she can't, this isn't Joan and that is what matters…what are you doing?” I moved closer to the girl but Allen stepped in the way. “She is my mistress…nothing more.” “I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.”

he said, sternly. My smile disappeared. I looked at him with great contempt. "What's that, please?" I didn't like the suspense. I just wish he could notice and talk quicker. I pray it won't be too bad. He grinned from ear to ear and then looked intently at me. "You'll be my mistress." He dropped the bombshell. 'Well, not too bad,' I thought. After all, I knew how to do all a mistress does. I could wash, I could clean, I could… But then, does he really need a mistress?

"Haha. Can you really hurt me seriously? That's not enough, Jane," Kate yelled at the woman in front of her. "Why? Do you want me to add that and put a bruise on your whole face? If that's the case, Jester will disgust you forever. Anyway, he's been getting tired of you for a long time because my husband has already had an affair with another woman. "We're just totally the same. Ah, wait, the difference between us is that I am the legal wife. You? The Mistress." Jane was about to move forward when she spotted a folder Kate was holding with "Files owned by Andi Kate", which was written on it.

The thought of him suffering made her smile. "We're here, Miss," the driver said. "Do you need help?" "No, I'm fine. Thank you" She climbed out of the car, took a few steps, and then froze. How could she forget she was now Natalia? They wouldn't let her enter without a reservation. "Damn it" she cursed under her breath turning around. "Miss Ashton? Do you need some help?" Thalia whipped her head around. "What?" "Are you staying? Should I get your table ready?" The man asked. His outfit gave her the impression he worked there. But there was something about him that made her weary. Still, she couldn't just leave. Not without eating their signature ziti.

“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.”