Bad Master Novels & Stories

Bastard! . .

Played? This is bad.

And no deaf person has ever done anything bad to me. I opened my mouth to say something, but Justin beat me to it. "Look at that nerd." He snickered. Everyone in the 'popular' table, including Cayden and I, turned and looked. Janet Barton, known for her high title of topping the level. She's in my English and Math class. I have to admit, she speaks such impeccable English that sometimes, I don't understand what she's saying. I have to look up a few words from the dictionary. Her math is also on another level, too. Sometimes, I don't even think she needs a calculator to do certain exams.

"It was 8 years ago when I was new in the mafia, everybody started fearing master more after that incident including me." If a mere human ended up that pathetically because of messing with just master's pet then the new madam was master's wife... what would he do to the one who messed up with her? "Moral of the story, nobody with brains messes with master's stuffs Dawg..." People don't kid around when they call master Alejandro a monster. He really was one and there is a lot more coming in future to see now. By stating those words, Gabrio clearly hinted Alvaro to correct himself but rather he got something weird to hear next from him.

"That girl is crazy." "I know." Do Sejin continues to bang his head on the table. “I screwed up.”

That bitch is the bloody mastermind. Destroy the root. The tree withers and crumbles. None of them will succeed this time. I swear it.

Gesturing toward Isla, who sat trembling and speechless, I said, "She claimed she was your daughter. Brave of her, wasn't it? To insult her own 'father' to his face—calling him an old, useless man." Mr. Lowell shook his head frantically, tears streaking down his face. "No! She's not my daughter. She's just… one of my mistresses. She has nothing to do with the Lowell family!" Then he whirled, kicking Isla savagely. "Slut! How dare you run your mouth and drag me down with you!" At the word mistress, Austin snapped. "What? I only made you my lover because I thought you were Mr. Lowell's illegitimate daughter. I let you bear my child for that reason! You dared deceive me, you whore!"

The sound of his hands slapping onto his grey sweatpants had somehow made it all worse. And he had known it was annoying the shit out of me. The fucked-up amusement in his eyes had shown that perfectly well. I swear he was the definition of ADHD. Then, after ten minutes of him slapping his hands on his thighs, he was humming the fucking Barbie Girl song. On. Repeat. Or nonstop. Whatever. It was the same goddamn chorus over and over again. I'd tried putting headphones in, occupying myself with How I Met Your Mother, or listening to Bruno Mars, but somehow, he always managed to bring my attention back to him.

he said biting his fingers, acting like he was actually considering something. "Oh I'm sorry, no vacant positions. You can be my personal assistant if you want, I'm sorry but that's the only vacant position. Or you can be my mistress you know, then you'll be assured I'd take absolutely good care of you" he said with confidence and with a scorning smirk.

he said, "Bad luck. You might forget to look at the almanac before going out tonight and met a madman..." In his mind, Sword Master, who remained silent for a long time, laughed gloatingly and heartlessly. "You silly goose! What a farce to gloat over! If Little Chap Ding's life was in danger, we'd both die. You're so cheap. No wonder you're called Sword (Despicable) Master!" Saber Master ignored the image of the "beautiful girl" that she attempted creating and jumped to her feet and scolded away. "B**ch, you want to fight? A little drunkard and madman in the Martial King realm! And you mean to tell me I'll be fearful of him?" Enraged, Sword Master pointed out the strength of the man in black