The Royal Mistress Full Book Novels & Stories

With a delicate touch, she applied light makeup to my face while admiring her work. "You should appreciate that I've taken care of you with these hands of mine," she remarked, closely inspecting her handiwork. "You possess a unique beauty; it's no wonder His Majesty chose you," she added. I didn't respond to any of her compliments; instead, I mustered a forced smile. "You should be more cheerful about becoming a royal mistress," she remarked, "these girls here would do anything to be in your position. Just imagine serving that perfect, handsome king for the rest of your life, rather than these older men. You should be more grateful."

Nerissa spat angrily, but Isabella shook her head. "But you also know the truth, Nerissa. Mateo and I, we never signed any divorce papers. You're living a lie." Nerissa sneered. "Oh, please. You disappeared, Isabella. In the eyes of the world, you were as good as dead. Mateo moved on. We're married now. That makes you the mistress, trying to worm her way back into his life!" Nerissa said heatedly, she's breathing hard, her cheeks and ears slightly reddened. Isabella feels like there's a huge knife that stabs her chest with every word she says.

I turned my attention to the council, flashing them a confident smile and offering a polite bow. “It's an honor to finally meet the esteemed members of the Werewolf Council. My name is Florence,” my gaze landed on Nicholas, “The Alpha King’s mistress.”

do you think without the throne I am powerless I cannot believe you will make me seem so dense and useless without the throne please do your worst Nick said looking at me with an instructive eye that immediately he stands up I should follow after him which I nod in response you two can not just leave yet we have not yet talked about the mistress who is going to be living with you to now the queen said as she still really bent on bringing a mistress between were not leaving yet go ahead and talk about the mistress I know the person you want to pick administrative no more than Carolina hey Carolyn, hi welcome to the party okay it's crying for you to join the legacy I hope you are happy Nick e

"She's the scheming little blackmailer who destroyed Richard. I recognized her the second I saw her. She was all over him that night at the party—smiling, flirting, making him think he could trust her. Then she vanished the morning after. Two weeks later, my uncle lost everything. Absolutely everything." I gulp, unable to speak. His jaw flexes with barely restrained rage. "This bitch is someone's operative. They pay her to ruin people's lives. Trust me. I know exactly who she is.” Tyrn and Jay both turn to Rosella, stunned. Tyrn blinks in disbelief. "Wait... she's the blackmailer?" "Hell yes," Santino growls. "That's exactly who she is. A goddamned blackmailer!" Rosella remains pinned agains

“The people from the Duke had surrounded us from the moment you arrived. Master, what did you do to him? What is going to happen to us? Should we use the secret tunnel?” The Rosaline Mansion was the most neglected place of the whole Royal territory. One a handful of servants were left there to attend the princess from the day she was born, as her mother died the moment she gave birth. However, it seemed that the King didn’t care about the death of that woman, a lowly maid that dared to climb his bed and have an illegitimate daughter with him. The people scorned the little girl without even knowing her, the servants neglected their duties and chose to steal the goods in the mansion. Not carin

She whispered, forced a smile, before she proceeded. I hadn't even heard the whole story yet, but for reasons I couldn't explain, I was already seeting in rage. " The rules states that an Alpha King, is allowed, by werewolf unwritten laws to crown a royal mistress if the Queen doesn't give birth within the first one year of marriage " She explained, so calmly, you would think she was passing down a generational tale that had absolutely nothing to do with her. " After the royal mistress is crowned, the Queen's position is not threatened, according to the rules.. She still resides in the Alpha King's royal chambers, she still wears the crown, and the pups born of the mistress are to call her M

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?

There was another noticeable man, by his attire, build and golden eyes, it was easy to tell he was a Royal beast of Rakhbar. Only he seemed to be truly delighted in his throne around the round table while others all seemed to be sitting on pins and needles. The strange man was proudly holding a... bone? Valerie sharply inhaled her chest constricted. “… It isn’t an illusion, It’s a memory.” The book was showing them a memory. Then it must mean it was left there by the owner of the memory… The First Mistress of Sarang! At once the scene around them escalated and played. The witch left her seat and stood up on her seat, her posture proud enough to exude confidence among all these burly men.

ROME "Your Majesty." "Monica." The old king's mistress straightened up with a fake smile plastered on her lips. Although it was quite early in the morning, she was all dressed up in her usual regalia. Her hair was let down and her blood-red dress swept the ground not to forget the tiara she always wore. Her lips were also blood red. "To what do I owe this visit?" He was quite impatient with Monica, after a somewhat chaotic night with Elora he needed something to eat. His stomach churned with hunger. He had been on his way to the royal dining hall when she stopped him.