I Am A Masterpiece Book Novels & Stories

" I set down my phone, inhaled deeply, and savored the calm satisfaction of the moment. From an outsourced employee whose work was stolen to a tech leader guiding the industry, the path had been arduous but worthwhile. And now, it was time to help more people like my former self—so they wouldn't have to repeat my mistakes, and so genuine technical talent could finally earn the respect and recognition it deserves. Because in this world, no matter how circumstances change, true skill and knowledge will always shine. The End

"Exactly that! You cannot even reference him without insulting him. When you look at your apprentice, tell me what you see?" "I see Sylvia in an extraordinary disguise." "You see a woman where even I see a man! When I look at your apprentice I see a young boy and have to remind myself that it is indeed a woman in disguise." "What exactly are you saying, Ian?" Mikail asked in confusion, remembering Kollin had said the same thing and still not understanding it. "Mikail, you are so in love with this woman that you will be miserable for the rest of your life without her and yet so dense in this that you cannot see you are causing yourself and her agonizing pain!"

I cautiously put it on just to see what it'd look like on me Then the glow of purple became stronger and the light was blinding filling every corner of my room... I felt great power... like i could do anything... as if I was one with the gem now... I turned around and noticed the book was closed... I was sure I left it open so I picked it up again and this time it opened itself... Then Suddenly... 'HELLO MASTER' (The words Faded into the blank page) I yelped and dropped the book 'PLEASE, DO NOT BE FRIGHTEN, I COME TO SERVE WHOEVER THE BOOK HAS CHOOSES'

I said waving the book at his face. "Can I see? he inquired smiling. I nodded and stretched the book to him. "Slave to the Ruthless Master" he read aloud raising his brows. "This is an 18+ rated story" he said and eyed me. "What? I'm almost 18. It's just two months remaining" I defended. And it's not as if I haven't seen worse. What could be worse than what I caught Jayden doing today in the washroom? It's a human story that talked about a girl whom was sold by her father to a ruthless master who killed people without a second thought.

I am a complete loser. I am immobile and irresponsive to whatever is happening to me or around me. I motivate myself not to think about him, then, the sight of a crow decides otherwise. I woke up and realized I didn’t think of him and the rest of the day will be good, then, someone use a lighter, and the sound shatters me into pieces I don’t know how to collect. I kept myself busy with loads of work, but the sight of books squeeze my lungs, for, I almost that I could finally attend an art school, live my dream. A song, a black shirt familiar cologne, smell of sweat even if it is my own, rain and coffee, and every speck has now become like guns shooting his memories to break the already broke

Most books were those of witch craft which leads me to believe that Master was a warlock unless he just found the books fascinating. I stopped when a book caught my eye and it looked more like a journal then an actual published book. Gently I removed the book from the shelf and I read the inscription on it. “Red Moon Covent Grimoire.” As I opened the book the name inside stood out like a torn “Alexandra Bishop.” The book had belonged to my mother but how did the Master get ahold of this book? Did my mother give it to him? From behind me I heard someone clearing their throat and I turned to look who it was. The man in the red clock stood only a few feet away from me. “Of all the books in this

Hearing this, I glanced at my reflection in a nearby store window and froze. My makeup was now a total disaster, mascara streaking down my cheeks. My hair was also a tangled mess from all the running. I had no idea how Graham managed to recognize me in my current state. I barely even recognized myself. I took the tissue and hastily wiped my face, trying to fix the damage. Then, feeling embarrassed, I muttered a quiet thank-you. Graham didn't respond. Instead, he reached out and gently smoothed my messy hair with his warm hand. I instinctively stepped back to put some distance between us, but he moved forward again, effectively closing the gap once more.

Thalia stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. She ran her fingers through the thick hair, pushing it over one shoulder and turning to stare at the back view. The pert breasts and round ass were sculpted to perfection. There was a reason men fell at Natalia's feet. She was gorgeous. She had the type of body other women spent thousands to get but always failed. Because a human was incapable of getting such results. Only a higher power could create something so perfect.

But thinking about it, what else should she expect? After all, it was not like she accepted the job without knowing its true nature. 'My master is a boy witch, after all.' Abby told herself as though reminding herself that one know fact would normalize everything that she found out of ordinary around her.

Amir said proudly. Amir wasn’t oblivious to the tension between him and Asher. From the way Asher looked at him, Amir could tell that he had feelings for Sofia. He was used to others being attracted to his girlfriend, but this time, Amir felt irritated by Asher. He couldn’t help but feel small in comparison. Unlike Asher, he wasn’t wealthy. He was a simple mechanic from the Sapang Bato Compound in Angeles. His current outfit, one he’d worn repeatedly for special occasions, was far from luxurious.