True Or False Mistress Novels & Stories

Jade stands a few feet away from the door and smirks. "Don't let all the flattering go to your head, you're still nothing but a pawn to Zion" "If you're going to be a mistress you should at least have some shame, don't you think?" "What are you talking about? The one who isn't loved is the mistress. Beside I was there first" "What kind of twisted logic is that?" "A mistress is person who sleeps with a married person, I'm married to him, you aren't." "Why am I even arguing with you? I look insane"

She stammer "Well I want it so that I can call you out when I tell Master William about what happened " She stiffened I scoff "what odacity you all have! You attempted to kill me and then threaten to kill me , if I say the truth ,I wonder what punishment will be given to daughter in laws or mistresses that have absolute no power in this household " I saw them shiver "Of course our dear mother punishment is special" "What do you mean by that, we did nothing wrong ,we did nothing unlike your servant who drugged you, we did absolutely nothing!" One of the Mistresses said

Mistress mommy seemed to be gauging my reaction, as she said "No? Are you sure? Well I know an easy way to judge whether or not you are lying to your beautiful mistresses. Let's check this sweet pussy of yours. If you are wet then that proves you like this idea. If not, well then maybe you really aren't ready for this. Now let's see here..." Mistress mommy then slid her index finger up and down my very wet folds as she called my bluff. I knew that I was insanely turned on. Yes, I lusted after mistress mommy and yes the prospect of submitting to both of them had me all wet and squishy inside. Regrettably I was also amazingly turned on my the idea that mistress mommy and mistress Chantel are i

“Show us some caught-in-the-act videos or something!” “Come on, show the proof! Otherwise, you’re just slandering her as a mistress. There are too many people these days throwing the mistress label around!” “Exactly! The girl looks so elegant and refined, doesn’t look like the type to be a mistress at all!” “Yes, yes! Mistresses usually have sharp, bitter faces, all scrappy-looking and shabby. How can someone so pretty, warm, and classy be a mistress...?”

A mistress is trying to stand up for another mistress. "I've never said that I'm an honorable person, and please don't pretend like you're noble in front of me. I've seen enough disgusting things, but I've never seen a mistress who was kept in the dark standing up for someone else. Ms. Pearson, you've impressed me, but you have to know your capabilities if you're going to stand up for someone else. Instead of coming to me and embarrassing yourself, why don't you do your homework and come up with a plan to seduce Jackson?"

The woman said again, "Nowadays, mistresses who claim other people's husbands as their own are getting more and more ridiculous, the one living next door to me is one too... You little b*tches are really shameless!" Mia just kept quiet. She was fighting with Neil. Why did she suddenly become the heat of the topic for being a mistress? She was his actual wife! The one and only Mrs. Brown! However, she agreed with this woman's point of view. Relying on their appearance to attract men would not last long. When she grows old, she would be like an average woman. She hated those little b*tches who seduced other people's husbands, especially those who wanted to hook up with her Neil. She wanted to

To think of the hell Alicia went through when Damon married Elizabeth must've been how I was feeling right now. I am such a fool! Hours from now I will be branded as the mistress, a title Rachel once held dearly and which will never be enough for me. "Liliana open the door!" Damon shouted, hitting the door with his might. Amidst all of this little Liliana was my comfort, I pushed the cradle back and forth, watching her sleeping was bliss only that she could be disturbed by Damon. I left her in the cradle and went ahead to attend to Damon before he create anymore drama for the both of us.

“Be my mistress. For, let’s say, a year. You’ll live with me, cater to my needs, and in return, I’ll make sure those men never bother you again. You’ll be safe. Protected.” The words hit me like a slap, igniting a storm of rage and humiliation. My mouth fell open, shock rendering me speechless for a moment. Mistress? Mistress? He thinks he could buy me, like I was some cheap liability to be owned? My hands shook, as I boiled over, drowning out the fear, the exhaustion, everything. “How dare you?” I spat, my voice rising, sharp and venomous. “You think I’m some kind of whore you can just… purchase? Fuck you, Daniel!” I yelled as my chest heaved with the force of my anger. “I’d rather die than

“It feels more like a massage.” Nadine stepped back, her breath uneven, her face wet with tears. He only watched her, taking slow, deliberate steps forward. “You think you can run from me?” “I beg you, Sir… I only work here. Please, let me go…” she cried, pleading. Justine’s eyes hardened. “You’ll regret this,” he said flatly before seizing her wrist roughly. He pulled her close, trapping her small frame in his arms. “You know,” he whispered coldly, “many women dream of sharing a bed with me. But you… you’re not even my type. You’re too thin — your chest almost flat.”

STORM I closed the door with a bang as I stepped out. I stopped for a moment in the hallway. I didn’t mean to be so harsh on her. But knowing how manipulative she is in nature, I had to always be on guard. She is beautiful, seductive, and very good at playing men. I felt for her, but I couldn’t afford to show my feelings for her, and I had shown too much already. I hated, myself for the fact that I felt for her. She represented all I hated, deception, manipulation, and theft of decades of hard work. But the pleasure I got with her was epic. I could not rap my head around it, Else portrayed herself to be a better person, less manipulative, and more trust worthy. She too was beautiful, and I e