How Does The Master Know Tamayo Novels & Stories

He's not a puppy —--- he's Lorenzo Machado. I think my master isn't happy with my actions, he says,” sounding so sad and defeated. But wait, what do his words even mean?” Shit he keeps confusing me. I knit my brows and spin him to face me. I asked sternly,” what does the word master mean to you? Why do you call me that?” He purses his lips, silent, eyes avoiding mine. I grit my teeth, look at me,” I order!” He slowly opens those long thick lashes. Fuck, his eyes.

I crave for the sun, I crave for the morning light, I crave for a particular touch but I didn't know who it belonged to. All I remembered of him was his distinctive features; full eyebrows, dark skinned with a different shade of blue eyes. His face was starting to disappear and I desperately sought to keep it. Master told me he was the one that caused all my misfortune but his face failed to give off that vibe. His face was the definition of peace, it gave me all the tingling I needed. The door opened and immediately I went on all fours. It was in the same position that I was fed and used as a tool to satisfy master's cravings. If I failed to do so, I'll be met with master's anger and I wasn

"I'm so sorry Master, I didn't mean to peek. I was just trying to get fresh air and then I saw that man kneeling down and then..." "Shut up." He glared, cocking his gun and pointing it at her head. "I hate when people peek or eavesdrop on things. Things they're not supposed to hear. How many lives do you have Bambi?" He asked. "None. I thought I had a life but right now seeing the situation I'm in Master. I don't have a life." She mumbled and he nodded, bringing the gun down. She was his after all and sooner or later he'd make sure she would become as docile as they all come to be after he was done with them.

he asked them. “We could not get close to the master no matter how hard we tried. It was as though the master had been locked away in a different space,” Samuel said, his emotions all over the place. “We could see the master after stepping out of the shadows, but we could not get close. It was as though there was a wall around him. This barrier only disappeared when the master got to the hospital,” Leo explained much calmly than Samuel.

"Does the Master knows about this?" "Yeah! What do you think? He was the one that released me. Freddy is dead!" He expounded as the tunnel started falling apart. "Oh My God! Where is the Master?!" "He is going to the coven. He has to stop who is making the earthquake by blowing off the candles. Which is obviously not me?" He returned with a sullen look. "Oscar, I am sorry about --' "Now is not the time! We have to do what fhe Master asks of us!" He waved her off as they began running when that part of the building was collapsing.

“Tyson has claimed her.” Every muscle in my body locks. They’re talking about me. Another voice answers. “It won’t matter. When the Master arrives, she’ll come willingly.” A cold wave crashes through me. Master? Who is the Master? I force myself to stay still. To breathe. To listen. “The barrier held?” “Perfectly. She’ll never find us.” If only they knew. Footsteps move closer. Too close. I press myself against the rough bark of an ancient oak, willing every part of me into silence.

“Ohh, Do you know by who?” “Unfortunately, The Master does not indulge my curiosity and I do not pry in his affairs.” She gave an almost automated response. He nodded, not wanting to make her uncomfortable but still, something seemed off, The first day he had seen her, she seemed genuinely shaken by the thought of him being close to Damian, there was a fear in her eyes one could not just fake but now, the way she spoke, the way she referred to him, ‘The Master', there was no sign of that horror, that fear that seemed so potent was gone with no trace, all that remained was what resembled reverence but he threw it to the back of his mind, Nothing was ever as black and white as it seemed, Her w

She patted my sides. She stepped back and crossed her arms. Her face twisted in annoyance. I raised my eyebrows. “What are you looking for?” “I thought you were hiding something,” she muttered. Her eyes scanned the room one last time. “I couldn't possibly hide anything in this house,” I replied. “You guys watch me like a hawk.” Maya huffed. She smoothed down her apron. “The Master is back.” My stomach dropped. “He wants coffee,” she stated. “Now.” “Why?” I asked. My voice came out higher than I intended.

He pecked my lips, and I replied, "Yes, Master." The car stopped, and we arrived at a massive mansion. I gawked at its grandeur, dwarfing even Master Romario's manor. Ken opened the door, and Master Romario stepped out, offering me his hand. I took it hesitantly, feeling anxious as we exited the car. Ken drove off, leaving us surrounded by staring strangers. "Relax," Master Romario whispered in my ear, but it wasn't that easy.

Zuna informed me and I glanced at her, dinner is the last thing on my mind. I feel this anger burning deeply in me, I am so mad at him but I don't understand why. This is a contract relationship I don't have the right to feel all this. "Master is back," Zuna announced and I turned in the direction of the door, waiting for him to walk in. "Good evening Master," I heard some maids greet him as the door opened and he stepped in. Xander ignored them and headed upstairs as usual but he stopped when he noticed something, he turned in my direction.