Bad Master Novels & Stories

Soon, I'll publish his offspring's story, which would be darker, of course. But guys, I don't want to do it now. Actually, I believe writing isn't what you do in a hurry and by doing that, I don't want to ruin the story, so you've to wait and I promise, I'll give you something better than Madness. For that, just remember my penname, Mastaani. You'll find the second book of Da'ud's family soon. Thank you for giving your time, Stay blessed and stay happy, and untill Da'ud's next book, give a chance to my another book, ‘Loving You Is A Risky Game’. It's a werewolf and vampire romance and I believe you'll like it.

“How’s Zachary?” The gentle-looking Dr. Stewart adjusted his silver glasses. “Second Master is much stronger than ordinary people. Therefore, after my treatment, most of the whiplashes on his body should recover just fine. However, there’s one very special and very crucial body part where I can’t deal with. It’s a spot where, when infected, Second Master might not only suffer from severe consequences in certain areas of life but might also end up infertile.” “What!?” Charlotte panicked instantly. “If you can’t handle it, can anyone in the hospital handle it? Why aren’t we sending him to the hospital as soon as possible?!”

Why use his old codes? So very disrespectful…bloody bastard…

“God, Georgia, I want to believe you so badly. But you keep giving me reasons not to.” Her face crumpled, pain filling her eyes. And the moment the words left me, I hated myself more than I ever thought possible. Georgia’s voice cracked through the glass, broken and raw. “If you can’t believe me, Henry… then who will?”

[Hey beautiful] he replied, seeing his response to her initial DM brought a smile to her face as it had been quite a while since she had been called beautiful. Instantly Anita sat on her bed with her laptop resting on her plump thighs as she responded back. [ Hi my name is Anita, I am 33, single, and slightly disabled…. But other than that I'm pretty much normal lol, or normal as one can be for someone interested in BDSM lol….. I'm sorry I'm just making a very bad first impression….. How has your day been, and thank you for the compliment ], she knew that by allowing her impulsive written thoughts to be sent he might think that she was full-on crazy but, she didn't want to hide her scatterbr

I messed up and I don't know how to fix this shit! ______________

"Yes she's ours, I know." "His user name is ALPHAGARY and his password is..." He really hated to say it out loud and his voice dropped, "masterofbitches." He looked up at Gina and saw her wrinkling her nose with disgust at the vile term. She looked so cute he had to laugh. "You think it's funny?"

“She did. There’s no way you can beat her with the kind of skill you have. You have a long way to go, buddy.” “Buddy?” he grumbles. “Now I’m buddy?” I turn off the console and turn to him. “What do you want to be?” “Something that rhymes with that.” I work my brain a little…what the fuck? I roll my eyes. “In your dreams.” He narrows his eyes. “You know, people who have a thing for bad boys have one thing in common.” “What’s that?” “They like it rough.” I can only stare at him.

Lilith Rumero was robbing him of his sense of moderation. After a hearty breakfast with just the right amount of grease from his sympathetic chef — and perhaps two too many espressos — Enzo felt marginally better. The edge of his hangover wasn’t nearly as sharp by the time he arrived at the office, and he already knew exactly what was going to get him all the way back to normal. His cure walked through the door fifteen minutes early, and nearly recoiled from the grin he gave her. “What’s wrong?” Lilith demanded. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He whispered. "Controlla te stesso e questa dannata sensazione. È solo una fottuta amante. Solo un'amante nient'altro!" He mumbled to himself nodding in his head. (-Control yourself and this damn feeling. She's just a fucking mistress. Just a mistress nothing else!) He made his mind. He wouldn't be bothered by whatever she does anymore. She can do the fuck she wants he wouldn't give two fucks about it like he was unbothered by his previous mistresses.