Bad Master Novels & Stories

Mea opened the first one under the Chatmates tab. marcc_ wants to gossip about your photo marcc_: i’d sit beside you so you could lean your head on my shoulder itsmecristy: sure. you’ll have to endure my talkative friends tho marcc_: i wouldn’t mind itsmecristy: nice <3 marcc_: wanna be my travel buddy? Mea glared madly at the three women who now ducked their heads down, feeling guilty even before she started. She still started anyway. “Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?”

Care? That didn’t make sense. The master’s pet was designed to be the pinnacle of efficiency—cold, unfeeling, and perfectly obedient. It was why she was his favorite, one of his most successful projects. She had been a flawless instrument of his will, showing no emotion, no hesitation, and no weakness. “How is that even possible?” Matt murmured, his mind racing. Grey shook his head, his expression grim. “I don’t know. But if she’s breaking out of her programming, it’s a serious problem. For all of us.”

- Insulting Blade is my favourite pastime. You aren't bad until you can out sprint boys in a foot chase. - I should reconsider going to the Olympics. You aren't bad until your initials spell out something- mine spells SIN You aren't bad until no matter what, you always have a backup plan. My backup plans run from A-Z. You aren't bad until you have a theme song. - I like to think of mine as Michael Jackson's BAD. You aren't bad until you have watched The Titanic without crying. - my tears have all been dried up.

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“Get your Boss deranged with such childish pranks? Che!” Adrian sneered “Are you giving them more credit than they are worth?” “That’s because you have overlooked the fact that it is Madam that is involved.” Night Wing shook his head helplessly as he stuck to his theory “Boss's IQ seems to drop every time something happens around Madam.”

Master Hero's random worried questions. "Yes, not feeling well. It's very bad cold," she softly said. "I'll come by later," Master Hero blurted out. "Babe no! don't come. I don't want you get sick. Papa did not work today, he catched my cold. So, don't come. I'll see you when I get well," Shasha explained. "Oh okay baby, I miss you," Master Hero sadly said.

Master rolled his eyes, watching Elijah’s judgemental eyes. Capo’s phone started to buzz on the coffee table, displaying the name “Samson” on the screen, but Master didn’t bother to pick up. He threw the phone aside, frustrated by the turn of events. His plan to defeat Decker and take control of the underworld had crumbled, and he felt a seething rage inside him.

Crap asked her new master. "Me?" "Hahaha!" "Butt, who am I?" He called Butt. "....." *clear throats. "Eheeem." "Female that person is my Master!" Butt held it high! But he is embarrassed to say that loud. "Master?" Crap uttered. "Yes!" Butt replied. 'How come an animal like him tamed this God! He is Darkness! How?' Crap thought this! She doesn't know how and what happened but she can only wait.

He leaned in closer so his mouth was closer to my ear, like he was about to reveal the biggest secret. "These aren't for free. I charge one dollar and if I see someone is either more rich or dumb, I cost them two dollars." He grinned at me. I, on the other hand, gasped. "You son of a butcher. Flying ducks, that is so smart. Well, it is also mean that you cost a dollar extra to- to-" I didn't want to call someone dumb. "Dumb? Stupid? Reta-" "Mason!" I slapped his arm. "That is so rude."

“You never eat breakfast. In-fact, you’re rarely up before noon.” “Haven’t had much to drink since we left the FireStar.” He grumbled. “I have sherry.” “I don’t want it.” “The woman?” Bast asked. “My woman.” Mardichi corrected. Slumping into a seat. “She’s seemingly mad at me again.” “For what?” “Not wanting to let her go.” “You should.” Bast nodded, taking his seat as well. “You, My Boy, are the king of all hypocrites.” “That’s a rather large word for a barbarian.”