True Or False Mistress Novels & Stories

“What’s the matter? Why are you a bit aggressive today?” She didn’t like that side of him. It was darker. No woman would like bad boys, but if he can bring heaven to her, she’d like to accept it. Stacy never desired to hook up with someone like Zach, her longtime crush since high school, but the temptation couldn’t be resisted. She still gave up with her higher standards, looking down at her past self, breaking the promise she’ll not go near Zach again. Stacy found herself ridiculous, sometimes. She waited for a long time only to be a mistress. She was a fool in love, that only one tap in a shoulder… she sacrificed her body to make love.

His voice was cold and dripping with a clear threat. I turned and met his angry, bloodshot eyes. In that instant, the last shred of affection I felt for him disappeared. “Tristan, it is you who should be regretting this.” With that, I walked away, not once looking back. As I dragged my suitcase through the quiet, late-night streets, I called my best friend, Cindy Lennox. The moment she picked up, I broke down in tears. “Cindy, I… I think I’ve been a mistress for the past five years.”

She wanted to ask, yet could not by the moment as all that she could ever do is watch the entire bloody scene that was taking place in front of her. “A familiar, a father and a husband. Such tragedy.” With the lustful gaze, but is hungry to kill and see them die. The Mistress looks at the pathetic king she once serve, idolize, loved, and adore, but since the huntress who stole everything from her including him, and is now fighting her minions in front of her. She could not resist her urge and lustful desire to rip her into pieces, as she whispers and calls her by her once title. “The huntress.”

Shame his mistress didn't know how to play her part. I decided to handle her first. Then, I'd deal with the divorce. Turns out, the mistress—Brie Watson—was a junior in college. I brought a group with me to her dorm and made a scene: drums, banners, the works. The banner read: Today, I Celebrate My Husband Marrying His Mistress, Brie Watson. My friend, quick-witted and loud, took the mic. "Anyone knows Brie Watson? Please let her know she needs to come pay her respects to her lover's wife! In every era, mistresses have had to submit to the wife. We're all educated here. You know the rules."

Christine flinched at his harsh words, tears building up in her eyes. She didn’t think of herself as a mistress. Mark came onto her first and he ignored all of her protests! Instead, Eva should be the one called that because she was the one who was supposed to marry Mark before Eva came and stole her chancem

Zena didn't expect Elizabeth to say this, and her eyes widened with rage. Mistress? Just as Zena was about to talk back, something suddenly flashed across her mind, and she laughed. Looking at Elizabeth who looked so mad, she sneered, "Don't speak so harshly! Speaking of which, you are the mistress, aren't you? If I hadn't left at that time, do you think you would have the chance to marry Jimmy? The one who is with someone else's lover is the mistress, and you're just the mistress! Now, I am back, so you should let me be Mrs. Lu."

"Your Majesty... Are you asking me to be your Mistress?" His searing hand smoothly moved up on her arm as he busily hummed. "Yes, my cherished Mistress." He said so casually that she doubted her ears. Did he want to make her a mistress? Was it to make Lady Sayon, his beloved Mistress, his Queen? Unofficial Lady was another name for the Mistress of the King. A mistress can't ever have a title once she is positioned and registered. She lives her life with the King and for the King. Most of them even share the same room as the King like slaves!

But privately most people called it Mistress Hill. The mistresses of the wealthy were never seen in main society, but had build their own society for themselves within their community. The highest among them were the longterm mistresses of the very highest families of Fing City. At present, the leader of the group was the mistress of James Blain. Her name was Racheal Madison. She was once one of the most beautiful women in Fing City. As she fell in love with James all those years ago, she knew that he would never marry her as her social status was too far below him. So in the end she agreed to become his mistress. She was not the only woman that James slept with, but he always returned to he

I had been an oracle since birth. Whatever I said would come true. When I first started to speak, I said that my father was going to be rich. That night, my father won a lottery that was worth a hundred million dollars. When I was six, I said the village chief’s grandson would return home safely. The next day, someone found him covered in dirt at the village entrance. When I was eighteen, I commented online that Harrison Corporation, which was almost going bankrupt, would bounce back. As expected, two weeks later, their share prices reached a new height. Hence, Brown Corporation invited me as a respectable guest due to my accurate predictions. However, I had just barely stepped thr

I stepped aside and shoved her away hard. Then I turned to the person who had been directing the entire mob—her mother. "You keep calling me an illegitimate child and my mom a mistress, but your entire 'proof' is a single childhood photo of me. "I'm actually curious—do you have a marriage certificate? Or did you ever have a proper wedding? "Or… is it that you already know who the real mistress is, and you just can't stand the sight of me, so you let everyone else insult me and my mother?"