I Am A Masterpiece Book Novels & Stories

“If you continue living for people’s validation, you’ll never be happy. You should know that whatever you do, people are still going to talk. So why should you care? Do what you want! Go for what you want, Ellie. I mean…Ma’am,” Ellie laughed but his words really touched her. “Do you think I can really create masterpieces like this?” He smiled at her.”It doesn’t have to be like this. It just has to be your masterpieces.” Ellie grinned and repeated.”My Masterpiece. Ellie’s masterpiece.”

Is this some fancy hotel or something. "We have brought the girl," the bald guy tells him. "Master has been expecting you. He is in the great hall waiting for you," the butler says and gives the two men a secret smile. I can't figure out what the hell this means. Who the hell is the so called master and why on earth is he excepting me? Is he the one who ordered for my kidnap? Does he have a grudge against me? What did I ever do to him? The inside of the house is decorated with fancy painting and sculptures. The Mable floor and high ceiling gives the feeling of royalty to the place and I am sure as hell that the so called master is no jocking subject.

If he wants to play a game with me, I will do it. …………………………………………………………………. When I wore my clothes, I went to the school garden while carrying my bag. Then, I sat on the bench. After that, I took a novel in my bag entitled ‘The murderer’s perfect crime,’ its writer was Mantus Taylor. Many people around the globe read his book. I opened the book, and I read chapter twenty-seven of it. “So, you are reading my book.” I heard Mantus say to me. So, I looked at him. He is holding two sandwiches right now. He is also wearing his watch in his right arm.

This book might be the key to mastering my gifts, to unlocking the secrets of my magic and understanding my past. I spent hours in that quiet sanctuary, pouring over the pages of "Mastery of Magic." I took careful notes, practicing each technique as described. With every new lesson, I felt my powers grow a little stronger, a little more under my control. I knew that the journey ahead would be long, and that I still had much to learn. Yet, for the first time in weeks, hope shone through my doubts. Perhaps I could master my gifts, unravel the mystery of the Capris Coven, and finally take control of my destiny.

The movement surprised the disguised young master quite a bit. “So what if I’m facing the young master directly?” She put her hands on her hips. While still glancing around, checking if there were other people around them and luckily it was only the two of them there. “Young Master Dawson doesn’t like women, as long as I don’t do anything that makes him even glance at me, I think everything will be fine. Besides, I’m here to work, not to attract the attention of the young master and see scary things.” She said firmly and lifted her chin slightly to look confident.

“That’s not ugly. That’s not dirty. That’s a masterpiece staring back. That’s mine.” Her body bucked, hips jerking. Her moan came out strangled, like she was scared to own it. “God, listen to you,” I hissed, grinding my palm down while my fingers worked her open, dragging the wet out of her. “You moan like a broken angel. You shake like a storm sea. You are a goddamn masterpiece, Maddison.” Her eye lids fluttered slowly, letting her eyes open.

Seeing me yield, the tension in Dante's shoulders instantly eased, his eyes alight with the thrill of getting his way. The first time we entered the Month of No Masters, I used family contacts to track his every move, almost torturing myself. I obsessively compared every woman he was with to myself. Did they hold hands? Did they hug? Did they sleep together? Every sordid rumor was a new wound. My sanity frayed. I would wake up on our cold bed in the middle of the night, shaking with despair. One night, when I couldn't bear it any longer, I called him. He answered immediately. He didn't complain about the interruption or accuse me of spying.

Tammy: I'd just awakened from my nap in Damon's room. It was the only thing I'd been doing for the past week. I rubbed my eyes gently to get rid of my sleepy haze. My gaze landed on the book I'd borrowed from Stella that I'd been reading before I slept off. It was a romance novel. I contemplated continuing from where I stopped but my stomach rumbled at that instant and the will to proceed was lost.

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she asked, holding up her complimentary copy. “How could I? Only just got it.” “Previously,” she said with a touch of exasperation. “No, I haven’t. I heard it was a dirty book,” I said and took a swig of my champagne. The woman’s thin lips thinned even more. “It is most certainly not. It is the greatest work of literature of the last or perhaps of any other century.”