Bad Master Novels & Stories

The man who had spoken moments ago collapsed, his head split open, blood spraying everywhere. "Get your boss out here!" Frederick demanded. His voice was loud, and his tone was forceful. The bar's bouncers were terrified after witnessing such a scene. They fell to the ground, pale and trembling. "Q-Quick! Get the boss to handle this! This guy's a Savant Grandmaster!" "Our boss is a Savant Grandmaster, and a Bathos-level one at that! When he shows up, he'll tear you to pieces!" Frederick ignored their warning, and closed his eyes calmly.

I'd rather die than let him put his vile, wretched dick inside me. Ever since the day I enrolled into that rehab and accidentally crossed paths with him and his sick brother, he has been on my case and has also been savagely making advances at me. Some guys in the rehab did too, but I told them off and they simply left me alone even though a few tried a couple times extra. However, Jayden is not just like them. He is a mad dog. But I can be a mad bitch as well.

“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?!”

Anna encouraged but her words only weakened me the more. Each word felt like a stab at my chest, I found it difficult to breath. My head throbbed with pain as I sobbed softly, not wanting Anna to hear me. But she did. “Georgia, this isn't the time to be weak. You have to be strong. So what if he betrayed you and cheated on you? It just shows how lowly he can be. Now it's time for you to fight back, show him you can live without him as well! You deserve better!”

[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

“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.

This was seriously bad news. As if this wasn't enough, I was now worrying about a stepbrother I never wanted. A kid whose face would be a constant reminder of the man who banned my mom from her own pack. A kid whose face was pale and sick because he had Wolfsbane in his system. To make things worse, the rare plant - Wolves greatest weakness - or at least its poison, was somewhere in the Amethyst Pack territory. My plan to take over my rightful pack was going down the drain quite quickly. I thought I would finally be able to put things in montion and now I would have to rethink everything, replan everything.

August Spencil was the dumbest man I've ever had the displeasure of meeting on the face of the earth. The worst part was knowing that he had some shares of my company and claimed to be a partner, but if everything depended on him, I would be bankrupt before sunset. I didn't know how Maddie had dealt with him in recent months, but I was already planning to buy a new car for her in thanks, because putting up with August was not an easy job for anyone. The man had such big shitty ideas that he couldn't take it seriously.