I Am A Masterpiece Book Novels & Stories

Miss Patricia Tartt drones on. With a dagger to my throat, I can’t tell you what exactly she is trying to explain in Of Mice and Men. I don’t think anyone in the class can. No one is paying attention. And it’s not like I haven't read the book. I’d stayed up at night, I’d ditched a party just to finish the book and when I turned the last page, I couldn’t figure out a damn reason why anyone would consider the writing a masterpiece. I’ve read fashion magazines with more immersive prose.

Peaceful. Vespera Hale walked along the mahogany shelves, trailing her fingers over the spines of the books. Philosophy. Strategy. History. She stopped. On a shelf at eye level, nestled between The Art of War and a first edition of The Count of Monte Cristo, was a book she didn't recognize. It had no dust jacket. The binding was matte black, textured like volcanic rock. The lettering on the spine was silver, sharp and angular. SAVAGE REBORN.

I'm afraid that the more I say the word *master* the more I get used to it. "Yes, this is another gift for your slave." He stretched a gift wrapped in bright pink wrapping paper. I walked over to where he was, and took the gift from him. I grimaced staring at the box, merely looking at the colour of the wrapping paper, I could tell this gift isn't something I would appreciate. "Well... Open it." He becokned on me with his hand. I sighed then unwrapped the gift, a book was actually in it. I read the title of the book, *50 ways, a slave could serve her master* what in the world is this.

I'll blind any eyes that dares to glance. TBC Hey guys.... don't forget to vote on Tyrant Master and I. Vote and comment. Xoxo I love you all so fucking much! And don't forget to visit my book Oath bounded to a Mobster in NovelNow. Here's a sneak peak... Chapter 1 Henley I folded my hands as I leaned on the coffee machine, the mop handle nudged my stomach but I didn't budge. I had long finished mopping and cleaning the top floor.

I tore open the bag and spread the food across the ground. Laura bent forward, swaying her hips as she crawled to the scattered food. Her movements were exaggerated, and her joy seemed almost genuine. The whole scene made my blood rush hot. I had heard of girls with… unconventional tastes, but I never thought I'd see something straight out of an adult film unfold before my eyes. "Master, I want more…" Her voice dripped with a pleading tone that made me question everything. Why was she doing this? "Fine. Finish eating first. Then we'll talk."

She can't ruin my day because the master was kind to me today. ***** After a week I was done with the book. I waited for two more days when it was my turn to serve the master and I took the book along with me,lucky he was in the library. He stays in the library a lot. He must have a lot of work to do. When I got to the door Fred opened the door for me and I walked in. I greeted the master,he didn't respond, he was busy with paperwork,are masters always this busy? I wonder what he needs paperwork for,how would I know I am just a maid who knows nothing about politics.

"Until three weeks ago, I had no interest in art, but then one beautiful night I saw a very precious masterpiece. Since then, I have been in love with art and artists. What do you do besides making people your hostages?" "I would love to see your collection. This is the best coffee date of my life." "Your collection of vintage books is good but it was missing a masterpiece. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" "My Dear Lily. When the Queen commands, only submission is made. A little less than the superstitious ideas you have in your head. Off course you'll always remember me. Even when you don't." "I am guaranteeing your heart! Mortally immortal" "If you order, I will burn all the

Only a being like him could instill such an emotion with a bare look. I am quiet as I walk into the library, that chilling feeling in my bones, unable to go away. I walk through the aisles, and freeze when I see him- The Master. He is early today. He is here before me. His gaze is fixed between the pages of an old book, calmly swiping through them, his hair blowing in the light breeze from the flip of a single page. I watch him for a moment, and the chilly feeling inside me dissipates.

The cover of the book was so pretty and unique, I think it was still a new book, I was enchanted by it and I found myself digging into the trash to pick it out. I wondered what psychopath would throw away such a beautiful book, and so I returned it back to the library, the librarian took one look at it and gave the book back to me, he said they never had such a book and that was how I got to keep it instead. A small smile reached my lips, I am glad that I got to keep it, and how else would I have gotten this magnificent masterpiece to keep?

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