Books Like Masters Of Death Novels & Stories

… I had been pacing in boredom outside the operating room when suddenly I felt my body being disturbed. A second later, I was back at the estate, in the bedroom where I had died. A blood-curdling scream tore through the house. Willow Trump, the housekeeper, stumbled down the stairs, nearly tripping over herself as she grabbed Jake's arm in a panic. "Ms. Bartlett! S-she—she's dead!" Jake's expression changed. Shoving Willow aside, he bolted up the stairs. By now, my body had begun to decompose. The stench of rot filled the air, and Jake instinctively covered his nose, his face twisting in disgust.

The attitudes of businessmen and mafia such as cunning, deceit, and manipulation, as well as power struggles, gang feuds, he had seen and experienced all of them himself. And the most terrifying of them all is the one who has everything. Money, power, and connections, but remains calm, just like a crocodile swimming in water that does not cause any ripples. So quiet, yet so deadly. That's how he see him, Zachary Dawson. The young master, who will soon inherit all of his father and grandfather's property and will have the title of Master Dawson. What he admires about Zachary Dawson is his tenacity, commitment and intelligence. He seems so perfect. That's what makes him scary in the eyes of hi

For a woman to attain a powerful position in a criminal organization, she undoubtedly had to have numerous tricks up her sleeve. There was no way she would tolerate my existence. Evan's abrupt change in attitude was his way of protecting me by distancing himself from me. Unfortunately, he had no idea that a woman's jealousy couldn't be underestimated. Even though Evan showed nothing but affection for Carmen and loathing for me, she still wasn't going to allow me to continue living as his wife. Thankfully, Carmen killed me out of jealousy. It wasn't because Evan's identity as a spy had been discovered. I felt a sense of bitterness over the fact that I only found out about these secrets after

But now… he wasn’t sure who was playing whom. He had seen many ruthless men, but the one behind this? That voice didn’t sound like Damian’s. It was colder. Smarter. Adrian Volkov’s words from their last meeting echoed in his head: “Every empire built on lies will crumble. It’s just a matter of who lights the fire.” Mr. Hares shivered. Maybe that fire had already been lit. ... That night, across the city, Damian poured himself a glass of whiskey and stared at the skyline. The mysterious note sat in his drawer, haunting him.

Tonight, I'm cutting it myself. ... A shaken bottle of champagne exploded overhead as everyone in the private room erupted into a frenzy. They were celebrating the Corinni family's youngest, most untamable wolf finally slipping his girlfriend's leash. One moment I was the revered future Donna of the family, the next I was a ghost in the corner, unnoticed. Dante was rebellious by nature. He usually scoffed at this kind of crass celebration, and his men practically had to beg him to make an appearance. That was precisely what made this annual "Month of No Masters" all the more thrilling.

He sensed so many people arriving and so many who could become his heirs if they were lucky. ……. BOOOOMMM… BOOOOMMM… BOOOOMMM… Xiao Chen’s body emitted black flames that enveloped him, and Cerberus sat vigilantly near Xiao Chen as a guardian. The black flames surrounding Xiao Chen didn’t emit heat, but to the dead souls there, they could sense that the heat was enough to kill them. One day, two days, three days, even a week passed, and Xiao Chen opened his eyes after successfully mastering the first technique from the book on death qi mastery. As his eyes opened, a faint glow of black flame emanated as he looked toward the terrified dead souls. The dead soul also tried not to look at Xiao Ch