Chess Master Creepypasta Novels & Stories

The Master turns the clipboard so I can see a small black and white photograph at the top of the board; she looks exactly like Elle, just younger. “Elle?” I ask him softly. I’ve felt my mate with my own hands; I’ve touched every inch of her body and I’ve tasted everything she has to offer. My mate is not a copy of some poor female who was killed because of her blood. “She’s a different story. A tricky little project for my team but different.” The Master chuckles to himself before turning the clipboard away so he can look at the page once more. “Let me be clear about what I’m offering here. You now know I have endless girls to send your way.” He coughs a little when he turns his back on me a

It was something Chelsea had taught her. The little girl said it was to make the tears dry up in our eyes hence not making them come down. Shaking her head, she opened the door of the bathroom only to gasp. "Master?" "I heard you yelling and then I thought maybe someone foolish, crazy, lazy, and douchebaggery did come to your room and I had to come to check myself." TBC How was it? Don't forget to subscribe to my book and drop a comment. XoXo

No one spoke of it not even the guards,or didn't they know about it,I don't know but I never even heard about the masters arm being injured by the gossiping maids,am a maid but I know maids gossip a lot they know what will happen before it happens so I was surprised that none of them have spoken of his injured arm ,they didn't know or they were instructed not to speak of it as I was . The master gave me books to read, he can be nice when he wants to be,I really hope I can be this kind to me always but that's just a wish that might not come through. He asked me questions when I returned them and I answered as best as I could. If I made a mistake he would correct me. Why is it that this man is

“I really think you need help. Maybe see a psychiatrist or a witch doctor, because you honestly can't tell me werewolves are real.” The master kept on moving towards her. “I don't need to see a psychiatrist because I am sane. Also I can tell you they are real, because they really are.” “Okay, fine,” Elizabeth pushed her hands forward to stop the Master from coming any further towards her. “And please don't come any further to me, otherwise I'd yell that you want to rape me.” “No one would hear,” The Master stopped moving. “There's a spell that's been placed on this house that prevents ordinary humans from seeing it.”

I could feel myself being lifted into the air, nothing but a lifeless ragdoll as I felt my body dangle towards the ground. "Let's worry about her for now. She knows something we don't. If it has anything to do with Drakos we could use her against him." Master stated, his words empty and close. He must be the one that is carrying me. They quietly trekked up the dirt path, no longer providing me any useful information. I could feel myself being pulled by my fatigue, slowly dragging me under. The drowning feeling once again returning as I could no longer fight to keep myself awake.

“M-master… what… what will you do now?” The Master’s gaze landed on the trembling figure, his smile sharp, cruel, and dripping with theatricality. “Now?” he said, voice low, deliberate, curling like smoke. “Now… we prepare. The next wave will not be a mere taste. No. This time, they will know despair. They will see the futility of resistance. Every trap, every illusion, every shadow—they will feel it all. And I will watch.”

This suspense is too much to bear, but then again get used to Master means get used to the suspense because he himself is a mystery they shouldn’t dare to decode. As Cecelia was taking a walk in the lawn, she heard few girls gossiping about Levi, not interested to know about it, she was about to walk past them when she heard the word ‘Master’. Anything related to Master concerns her, so she demanded them to speak and spill everything they heard. She was shocked to know about some random girl cursing Master. The nerve of the bitch to badmouth her Master?

"Master... Please... Master... Stop..." I struggle to try to get my feet to grip the bed. The Master has never scared me like this before, even with his punishments and some of his punishments are scary but never he himself. The Master quickly leans forward, pushing my hands off of his chest and out of the way so he can grab my hips once more, pulling them more into him. I whimper again and start to sob, "Please, Master... No Stop... MASTER!... PLEASE STOP!..."

"Don't even think too far...nothing like that would ever happen. Besides, I'm his SLAVE and I'm afraid you might have forgotten the meaning of that." "You know, Ice Pick was once like this to a certain girl," Annie said again, "he made her his personal slave." "Yeah," Alice nodded in agreement, "Charlotte, the brown haired girl, pretty but has a nasty attitude. I wondered where she disappeared to." She stated with a shrug as she recalled, snapping her fingers lightly. "And I think you two are alike," Alice continued and faced Sophia, "I mean you and Charlotte but you're prettier and more interesting." She added.

Master growled. “Vasco, can you take my son for a stroll?” Master skimmed at Capo, ordering him like he was not the head of the Spanish Cartel but merely a servant who respects his Master. Capo didn’t like the work assigned, but he knew things would help him. He waved at Ramona to wheel Elijah while he needed help with his wooden cane to walk out of this environment. “Sit,” his following command echoed in the air for Samson. “Let’s play a game,” Master loved to play chess with Samson because he was the only one who won against the Master.