The Mistress's Daughter Novels & Stories

I wouldn’t accept this fall from grace. “You’re nothing but a lowly mistress,” he snarled, advancing like a predator. “Yet you failed to capture your lord’s heart.” His fingers twisted in my hair, wrenching back my head until tears sprang to my eyes. “You failed to win him over, and now you dare spit at someone above you?” “You’re not above me. I am the Alpha’s daughter.” “Really? The Alpha’s daughter, who is nothing but a miserable mistress here?” “Let me go,” I screamed as he dragged me out by my hair. “Let go of me, bastard.”

Smiling wide so she wouldn't scare them away. "Mom," Celia said at the same time ponytail girl stammered, "Mrs... Mrs Thane" "What is your name?" "Nina Whitmore. My father is Mayor Whitmore" Thalia scoffed "So since your father is the mayor, you think you can bully my daughter?" "What? No, Mrs Thane. We were just talking" "It's Ashcroft." "What?"

“Let me see her picture. I’ll show my son today. He’s already tired of that other mistress.” Mistress? “I’m kind of happy though,” she continued. “His old mistress was just a maid, and thinking about my son sleeping with a maid pisses me off.” A different voice chimed in. “Don’t worry, this Delilah is single, gorgeous, focused on her career, and I’m sure she’s got a good womb.”

I realized then that if I didn't clarify things today, I would forever be branded a mistress. "You say Harlan is your dad; is your mom named Doris Dewey?" Jennifer laughed arrogantly. "So, you're finally admitting to being the mistress?" "Let's call them both over and settle this once and for all. Then we'll know who the mistress is and who the disgraceful illegitimate daughter is!"

“Hey, I know you don't want anything to do with me right now baby but for the sake of old times just give me a chance.” “A chance to do what Monalisa??? I am in no mood for your bullshit…I won't say it again, fuck off!!!’ Arsenio yelled. “But baby…” “If he wants you to fuck off, then fuck off!!” I said as I barged into the room. “Who is this bitch….ohhh, I remember you…the mistress or is it, maid???” Monalisa said. “Yes, I am the mistress and who are you??? Or is it, ex wife???” I responded as I smirked.

I slowly opened it, my face remained impassive, and walked in, pointing my gun at the man who had just done a deep thrust to his wh*re, she was now gripping the bedsheet and screaming in pleasure. "Hands up! Don't ever make a move." They were both roused from their lust lands as they both turned their heads in my way. Both were drenched in perspiration and struggling to regain their breath. The lady flinched and swiftly pulled herself up; I can see her trembling in panic as the man, who had been looking at me with dull eyes, slowly adjusts himself. My eyes welled up with tears, but I tried my best to keep them back and stay cool, stern, and emotionless in front of him. After this day swears

' 'Seriously me knowing is your biggest problem? 'No, sorry where was I oh, she told me to tell you to live her man alone, I was confused at first cause I knew you only had one man who is your husband. Then she cleared my confusion, that Antony belongs to her and you are the mistress. If you ever come close to him she would take what both of you have. Then the line went dead, what did she mean.' 'Oh my God I have been selfish all this while, not caring of the pain everyone might have passed through.'

After everyone finished gossiping, she said languidly, “Do you think I’m a saint?” Melinda’s expression froze. “What?” “Reina is a mistress’s daughter. Why should I welcome her? I don’t even care about you, who’s my father’s illegitimate daughter, so why should I care about a mistress’s daughter with her previous husband?” North absently brushed her hair aside. “You and your mistress of a mother live in my house and eat my food. And you still want me to support someone who has nothing to do with the Myers family? Do you think I’m that easy to walk over?”

“ALLIAH, ALLIAH, ALLIAH.” HE whispers. Playing with the name while looking at the unconscious and trapped body of the daughter of hell. His daughter, the key for His plan to come to fruition, but HIS little perfect key to achieving that perfect destruction that He is unaware that He already lost the game of chess before it even started. “Admiring His a bit of a perfect creation?” The Mistress of time entered the room. Immediately laying her eyes on the unconscious daughter of His that HE kidnaps for a while. “Admiring? No, not at all.”

The Mistress plodded along as a steady pace with the servant struggling to keep up with her. Along the way there were numerous stops, because at each picturesque overlook Eve wanted to take pictures. Because she looked forward to the breaks and was grateful for any opportunity to rest, Trish enthusiastically modeled for Eve's camera. The Mistress was glad to see that her servant was cheerful about being photographed, not embarrassed and sullen as she had been a few weeks before.