Call Me Master Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I said, “I need your help.” “Yes, Master. Please give your order,” Albert replied immediately. I laughed helplessly. “Why are you calling me Master? You know I don’t like that.” Albert answered humbly, “Master, I respect your strength at such a young age. From now on, I will call you Master.” I sighed. “You will not call me Master in front of everyone.” “Understood, Master,” he replied respectfully. “…Anyway,” I continued, “I need you here. Someone has been following me since yesterday. I confronted and captured them. I need you to take them and find out why they were following me.”

Master, please! A shiver runs down my spine as I suck in a deep breath, reminded of that night in the dark ally, and my voice begging a master to not hurt me. How many ‘masters’ do you know? My little devil asks sarcastically, but there is no humor in his voice, and I know exactly why! I only know one master, and the fact that I was begging him to not hurt me and that I conjured these memories while someone was trying to rape me only means one thing.

He left her inside the corridor of her room and went inside his. After locking her door, she sat on the bed. This man was so weird. Wasn't he the cruel mafia? Why was he behaving so politely with her? Whatever the reason was she had to be extra careful. This man was delusional and should never be believed. She pulled a phone from her purse and switched it on. She selected the number of someone, called " Master" . " I am in his empire. A part of it. " She texted him and switched off the phone again.

After five years of being forcibly institutionalized in a mental hospital by my parents for “rehabilitation,” I awakened the “Slap System” skill. One slap, a million dollars deposited into my account. Another slap, my combat power skyrocketed. Just as I was thoroughly enjoying my slapping spree and preparing to leap over the asylum walls to break free, my parents suddenly arrived to take me home. The moment I stepped through the front door, I saw my adopted brother Atticus Hawthorne, eyes reddened, holding my fiancée, Cassandra Vaughn, in his arms. Meanwhile, my real brother Roman Montgomery was locked in a dog cage, bitten and torn by vicious hounds, covered in wounds, and breathing his

Thud! I knocked at the door and said, “Eva, please open the door.” When she didn’t reply after several knocks I tried to shove the door open by throwing my body against it. “Why are you wasting your energy? You know it is useless right…” Master said placing his hand on my shoulder. “Then, what should I do?” I asked with a panicked expression. “Give me your hand.” He said with a weak smile. There was that familiar sensation of spinning in the vortex and the next moment we were in my bedroom.

A slender silver chain hangs around my neck, with a dewdrop in jade which rests in the cleft of my collarbone. Movement from beyond the door; the creak of footsteps; I sit up, arranging my hair to drape over my shoulders and breasts. He stands, haloed by the light spilling through. He has something in his hand, but I can't see what. "Charlotte?" "Master." I hold out my hands, welcoming him. Wearing his suit and shirt, his polished shoes, he approaches me slowly, almost hesitantly, as though he's nervous... My Master? Nervous?

"FUCK ME HARDER, DOMINIC! DESTROY ME!" The pleasure was a monster. It was a giant wave of fire that was burning me from the inside out. I felt my internal muscles clenching around him like a thousand tiny hands. I was shaking. I was seeing stars. I was losing my mind in the Master Study. "I'M CLOSE!" I sobbed, my voice cracking. "I'M COMING FOR THE MASTER!" Dominic didn't slow down. He wanted to leave his mark on the room and on me. He gave three more massive, bottoming thrusts that felt like they reached my throat. I felt my world explode into a billion pieces of white light.

It was only when one of them returned to clear the table that I gathered the courage to ask, “Is this all for me?” She paused, like she hadn’t expected me to speak. Then she nodded. “Master’s orders.” Master. The word crawled down my spine like a chill. I nodded, but the name clung to my skin like a bruise. For some reason anytime I heard it my brain assumed I was the slave. For a master to exist there has to be a slave, or isn’t that right? After breakfast, I roamed. The penthouse was quiet, way too quiet. With no signs of footsteps or voices. Just the distant hum of the city I was no longer a part of.

this blood-sucking creature is unlike anyone I've ever seen. His long dark hair is tied neatly into a bun, and his caramel eyes seem to burn into my soul as he stares at me with an unreadable expression. He looks curious and surprised to see me there, but also angry, or annoyed. "I'm Ronan, your master," he says. #

she paused, looked at Dianna's eyes. "And his name is... Doctor Klaud Anderson." Dianna felt dumb and was speechless. She... she couldn't utter a single word nor look at her little sister's eyes. What will happen if their paths cross again? Can Dianna accept and embrace the truth that there's no way of escaping from her new Master or it would be false hope for the both of them?