A Masterpiece Novels & Stories

I go completely still. Not master

Make her mine in every possible way. And if Lucian Volkov wanted to stop me? If he wanted to fight for his mate? Good. Let him fight. Let him try. Let him watch as I took everything he loved and made it mine. Because I'd been preparing for this for two hundred years. Perfecting my craft. Mastering the corruption. Learning how to break the unbreakable. And Amara—beautiful, strong, impossible Amara—was my masterpiece. My magnum opus. The one I'd been waiting for my entire existence.

“I knew who Konstantin was. I just didn’t know he had built an entire church of fanatics to do the dirty work for him.” The Grand Master seemed offended, and his expression closed. “We are not tools.” The voice came out laden with pride. “No?” Sasha let out a short laugh. “We are servants.” The man said, and there was pride in his tone. “That’s a conveniently semantic difference.” Sasha answered, and the Grand Master ignored him. His eyes remained on Alexei. “You still do not understand the greatness of the Master. He sees what you refuse to see.” “I’m not interested in his greatness.” Alexei took a step forward. “I want to know why he took Carla.”

Zhang Wei came out to hear his master. "Master actually we are here for........" "Here for what? I knew that you two are unkind but never expected this from you two. Get lost from my eyes." Master became mad at them. He was disappointed at them. They left from that place. "Why did you do this Chenguang?" "I am so sorry Zhang Wei. I couldn't control myself." "What will I do with your sorry? Listen I have a plan. Today we will steal the book from master's room"

“Just as you wish for it.” The Mistress smile that is equally threatening and hiding something that she prefers to keep like a souvenir. With the grand clock ticking and finally to its very last seconds. A bit of a change from the past are corrected. Now presenting it in the way that is better than before and too perfect to be told to be a fault. Then. “Here I thought that you wouldn’t came.” “Tsk! I’ve been thinking about it and I realize that I couldn’t miss this for the world and books.”

“Your name?” I composed myself and gripped my skirt, trying not to run to the door. “I’m…” I trailed off and glanced at the folders on the floor before looking at him again. “Amity Escobar.” He turned his eyes to his desk before spinning himself around to face the floor-to-ceiling window. “The famous teacher,” he stated. “I was thinking of you, Ms. Escobar.” My hands started to get sweaty. “What you look like…and how beautiful you are to be the talk of the town,” he continued.

I’m a grownup woman. “Interesting.” Nathan is following me. “I hate you. Don’t humiliate me.” “I’m not, it’s just fun to watch you and Arthur play like a secret lover but the truth is you’re not.” I rolled my eyes and manage to escape him. It’s not like I don’t know that. Can’t he just not ruin the fun? I know it’s not fun being a mistress or being the other woman but I’m enjoying my setup with Arthur plus his wife and him are clearly over from the look of it so technically he’s just married in the paper.

A nostalgic smile spread across his lips. “Romi hates that movie. She believes the story was just unnecessarily complex. While I think it was mid. And I’m sure if I were to ask your father which he thinks is the greatest masterpiece, he would pick another.” My gaze lingered on him. "What I am trying to say is that when it comes to art, it is highly subjective. If it doesn’t meet your father’s expectations, doesn’t make it any less of a masterpiece.” I flashed a comforting smile. “You shouldn’t be angry at yourself.”

The maid was gone. "Isn't she an exquisite piece?". He asked, eyes roving lustfully over the female human. Please don't be like him...what is he planning to do?. She pondered internally. She was scared. My eyes finally left him, straying to the girl. They landed on her naked body first. She was truly an exquisite piece. She had slender delicate curves. Rounded hips and ample breasts. Her skin was a natural tan. I couldn't control the wave of lust that overtook me.

Everything was shrouded in solitude, and so the little masterpieces smiled with difficulty from the shiny foliage cleared by the heavy rains of spring. The noble count passed and looking coldly all these tears shed as a blessing of nature, had not often been stolen by these mysterious dreams, but always remembering the annoying care, he gave up willingly, this gallery full of perfume and as a bridge the endless road that meandered through trees through orchards, through gardens, all dedicated to the sound of a brook that gushed from the mouth of a golden lion, of course near these miracles a soldier watched alone among the trees tying his lazy gait to the sentry, always the escort with rattl