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Master Series: My Alpha King My Master (Book 1) Written by ©️ Ifeoma Isabella Okeke (Omaisabella) All Rights Reserved. 2021 Chapter 1 KINGDOM OF FAIRY: Somewhere Within the Fairy Kingdom..... A dark clothed figure was seen running and jumping fastly on roof tops, making silent noise. Some group of people, about 10, on horseback, were seen chasing after the dark clothed figure. "The thief is on the rooftop, do not lose him!" one of them yelled out, pointing at the thief, not caring if his voice woke up the entire village.

I go completely still. Not master

The library’s floor is polished, and it has a granite fireplace and a comfortable, well-worn sitting arrangement. I heave a sigh, relieved that Ms. Lennie isn’t around to reprimand me. I’ve always loved reading and collecting romance books at home, so seeing these shelves just makes my heart soar. I start my journey inside, searching for cookbooks. Instead, I stumble upon a book placed in a glass cage in the middle of the classics section. I lean forward, touching the glass as I try to read the title. It’s Macbeth and Hamlet by William Shakespeare. The air instantly abandons my lungs when I catch sight of the leather-bound cover. It’s very old but still stunning.

“Was there anything in the manual that could help us defeat the Masters?” I asked 288. He’d read it back to front so if there was anything useful in there, he would know. And now that he had seen the light, maybe even tell me. Hallelujah! The mention of the manual made the imp’s beady little eyes gleam. He looked up at me as I leaned over the partitioning wall and said, “The Book is the answer to all questions.”

I crouch at my Master's feet, submissive as he wishes. Something kisses my aching sex, and I shudder. I gave myself to him long ago. And he gave Michael to me. And now Richard too. It's a heady mix. From above me; a silken rustle; my hair is brushed to one side. But I am not invited to move. No assisting hand raises me to my feet. I wait... The rustle of fabric and the creak of his shoes as my Master shifts on his feet... The scent of new leather and the tang of polish...

Still smiling, I turned my head at the man next to him and my heart jumped in a painful beat. It was the same man who had left me in trouble on my first night. Zachary had said that his name was Samuel, one of the oldest masters of that place. His hair was still short, his bright brown eyes slightly narrow by his inspection on my face, and a crooked smile opening his lips. The same submissive I stumbled upon that night was holding her hand, shaking her blonde hair as she looked distractedly around. "Hello, little one," said the man. "I hope you're having fun.

Yet he couldn't seem to ask any of those questions. After ending the call, he picked up the book he was reading, ' I am Mighty Me', and continued flipping through the pages. He was one of the first batches to have preordered the book, and he finally got his hands on it. He glanced through the book, his eyes scanning across each page, as if the gentle, delicate words on the page could allow him to interact with her inner world. There was even her own signature scribbled on the title page of the book. He chuckled when he came to the part about 'Hilden Adams'.

Everything looks the same: the checkered floor, the enormous chandelier in the hallway that leads to the exhibit in the drawing room. I'm instantly transported to the past when I look at the beautiful flower painting that hangs on the side of the staircase. "So… what do you want to see, exactly?" Ronan has a confused look on his face, as if the place underwhelms him. "I know it might seem like a regular old house to you," I say, heading to the dining room area. "But there's a book–" "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil," he says. "I've read it. There's a copy of it back home."

Doris was clearly sidestepping my question, yet the onlookers seemed to interpret her behavior as an admission of my alleged degradation. Jennifer's voice rose above the murmurs, her arms waving with fervor. "Guys, if we turn a blind eye today, who will stand for us when our time comes? Today, we are the judges of the mistress! For this shameless mistress who wreaks havoc on others' family, we owe it to ourselves to mete out justice!" Encouraged by Jennifer's impassioned words, the students jumped onto their desks, their chant of "Expel the mistress and make it right" echoing through the hall.

—I knew this was it. Our forever. THE END! Here is the list of my masterpieces; ~ The Mafia’s Plaything: His To Ruin. ~ Once His Nightmare, Now His Employee. ~ Bound By His Rules: MM Steamy Compilation. ~ The Omega’s Revenge Harem: A Dark MMMM Erotica Tale. (Available only on GOODNOVEL.)