Full Time Master Novels & Stories

He tightens his arms, pulling my body flush up against his as he removes his fangs and swipes his tongue over his bite, sealing it. The Master loosens his arms around me, then as he steps back, he holds out his hand to me. I place mine in his with a smile and he helps me to step into the bath. I lower myself into the water and sit down before lying back with a sigh and closing my eyes. The Master lets out a low chuckle as he says, “Good, now relax, then do a little studying… I will return once my meeting is finished.”

"Sir, you claim I don't deserve to be here. Are you familiar with who I am?" Andrew just laughed it off. "Renee, you graduated in June, right? What great things could you have possibly achieved as a recent grad just starting out?" Renee corrected him, "Actually, I hold a master's degree, not a bachelor's. It's best to get your facts straight before questioning someone. Even the new students at our school are aware of this. Maybe you should consider enrolling here yourself to brush up on your knowledge.Do you know what it means to hold a master at my age?”

Julia laughed, shrinking in her small body with the shudder of the loud laughter. She had my height and her body a little fuller. Even covered by a blue Baby Doll, I still remembered her exposed breasts for anyone who wanted to touch. "It happens more often than you think," she said, then inspired deeply and turned to its owner. "Master Sam, can we dance? Master Sam squeezed his eyes on her, and turned to Zachary. He touched me lightly, just to get my attention.

He adjusted his glasses, “It's papers from my friend's master, she's out sick so I'm trying to help her pass this job offer flyers to people who wants to be like us,” “Masters…Like us? What do you mean?” “Master or employers if you may. You see, my school offers scholarships, but in return, you have to offer your service to some elite students there. I'm just happy that my master is kind, however, my friend's is a bit…” he paused, hesitating, “Well…you know, a bit harsh,” he smiled awkwardly averting his eyes. “What school?” I asked curiously, feeling like I've heard this type of setting before.

She looked up at the culprit in confusion only to find her Master standing there with a jug in his hand and a mocking smirk plastered on his lips. He was dressed up in gym attire. Rafael had a habit of waking up sharp at 5 am and using the gym till 6 am. He was supposed to have his bath at 6:15 am and to arrange the bath and his clothes were Rose’s duty now but she was nowhere to be seen.

***** 'The Master's Child' Concludes In 'Natale'

It was like the most boriest day of my life. Master spent the whole day watching TV, when it was lunch time... I made lunch and served him. Also when it was dinner time, I also made dinner for him and served him. Now it's time to sleep, I was waiting patiently for my master's call, I thought probably he would have an order or something planned out for me tonight. To be sincere, I was thinking sex.

I could tell that he was going to say something extremely stupid, so I tensed. "You'll fit in with the other incompetent people we are...sharing housing with." I punched his and glared at him. If this guy was close to the Master, he was going to get us in trouble. He passed me a dirty look before averting his gaze to the fire. "Your 'Master', as you call him, has his reasons for the people he chooses. Just as he has his reasons for having you. I've known him practically my entire life. Odd man, but gets his results." I suppose he had a point. Still annoying none the less. No one would understand the dark and twisted ways of life like we did. Our lives where filled with dark irony, something

Of course he did, I lowered my eyes to my lap so they wouldn’t see the hatred flicker briefly across my face, hatred itself was dangerous, the Mothers said bitterness poisoned a woman’s spirit, but lately I felt poisoned already. Two months ago, the Master summoned me to his private study after evening prayer. I still remembered every detail, the smell of incense, the heavy silence, the guards outside the door and him, Gabriel Vane. The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers among the older women claimed he was already in his sixties, his