Inquisitormaster Charli Novels & Stories

She had no idea where exactly was the person she was talking to. Due to the absence of light, the place remained dark and maybe it was for that same reason why she could not see who she was talking to. Amidst the dark, Abby heard two voices whispering to one another. "Is she a mortal girl?? How was she able to read the inscription outside??" "I am not sure master, but she knows your name... By any chance, is she an acquaintance of yours, master? "I am just as clueless as you are." "Anyways, master, I think this works for us as well. Maybe we could make use of her for the time being don't forget that we are currently in need of an assistant."

But it turned out to be just a setup to protect Ronald. All the love she'd shown me over the past five years had been nothing but an act to keep her scapegoat under control. Just then, a knock sounded at the door before it was opened. Jessica walked in carrying a thermal container. Ignoring the desolation that had settled over my company after its downfall, she deftly ladled out a bowl of hot soup. "Felix, does your stomach still hurt? I got this recipe from a health specialist. It's supposed to be gentle on the stomach, and I spent four hours making it myself."

"I haven't Master." I reached out and slapped her breast causing her to cry out in pain. "Yes, you have. You ordered me to fix Chastity. You demanded it! Like some decision I made with regard to one of my sluts was wrong. Are you in charge here Charlotte? Are you the Master?" Her mouth opened and a cry escaped. "No Master." "Are you sure?" "I am sure Master, I am not in charge." "Then I am the Master and you are the slave aren't you?"

“Noted.” Maverick’s eyes locked with mine. It was cold, intense and calculating. “I never do.” I narrowed my eyes at him before looking away. Then, Charlie clapped his hands once, like he’d just realized something great. “Well then, we better get to work. You’ve got a crash course coming up –How to Be a Billionaire’s Girlfriend 101.” I laughed, and it was more from disbelief than actual amusement. “Is that an actual thing?” Charlie winked again. “It should be, and I’ll be your personal instructor.”

* I tried fruitlessly to interpret my dreams. If she was the girl from the orphanage, then she had to be an immortal being but I knew that was wrong. She didn't give me the vibes of a supernatural being. If she was one, I would have recognized her kind. There was only one way to know the truth. A visit to Quinn. With this conclusion in mind, I continued to nurse the drink, counting down the hours until it would be morning. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "How long has it been since you last visited? Something up your ass?". Quinn asked, a smug look plastered on his face. He was looking totally relaxed.

"You'd better drop the innocent act now. You ought to know that raising you wasn't easy—and if you weren't so young when your father died, I would have dropped you off at an orphanage back then!" Gina moved closer, pinched my lower back, and twisted it sharply. She then put on a fake smile like Giulia's and said to Calvino, "You can rest assured that since Chiara and I grew up together, I know she has never been in a relationship—she's a complete virgin. "Don Ariani can do whatever he wants with her to enjoy himself, so long as he doesn't go far enough to kill her." I winced, drawing in a jagged breath while my nails dug deep into my palms. I felt sick to the stomach as I took in their sycop

Those were my unspoken questions as I pressed my lips together and listened. "How’s your mother?" I marveled at the calm in Deloris's voice. It wasn't mirrored by her body language. Standing in a robe, she was uncharacteristically rigid. "I-I don't know yet," Charli answered. "I want to go see her, but I need your help." "My help? Of course. What do you want me to do?" "Go back to New York." Fuck that! I spun like a caged lion as I silently pleaded to Deloris, hoping that telepathically she’d hear my rebuttal.

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.

To be sincere, I was thinking sex. Yup, I am a slut and all I can think of is my master, who is a fictional character drilling his dick into me... in fast fluid movement. Fuck! I want all of my master's dick in me. I wonder how it would feel, would it feel great? Awesome? So freaking good? Ugh, I want him. Is this what master want? Is he trying to get me overly horny again. Or does is just mean I haven't earned the right to get fucked by his dick. Ugh.

She answered. Chantelle, I need you to get ready for the party. "Don't tell me you've forgotten that today's is Damien birthday". Rosemary said. "No ma'ma I can't forget" . Chantelle said. We're expecting visitors in a few hours, and there's a lot to do." Chantelle looks up from the floor, her hands covered in soap suds. "What do you need me to do?" she asks. Her aunty continues, "You need to vacuum the living room, mop the kitchen floor, and set the table for dinner. " I believe you can handle that cause you've been doing it for years now". Rosemary said. I think the work will be much for me, please I'll be needing help. Chantelle said. "Will you shut it". Rosemary said. We've been feeding,