Novel & Cerita Inquisitormaster Charli

I wish I had someone like that so I wasn't bound to the chain anymore so I can be happy right? The master....I feel happy and content around him,I don't know why he's ignoring me bothers me,it made me upset and I didn't like it one bit why is this happening to me. I want to be around him more ,I know I am playing with fire. I just hope I don't get burned. Chris's POV

' Master you are so horrible. "We are passing through Drako's territory. It would be best if you kept quiet, Aspin." I threw over my shoulder. Not that I wasn't already itching to kill something. A few men wouldn't hurt us, but unfortunately the Master wouldn't be pleased. Especially if I lost my temper and Aspin some how managed up dead... We might have to kill bigger pray when we go hunting next time. The challenge might ease my nerves. Anything but a damned bear. "So we might get to see you in action?" I imagined him bouncing up in the saddle like a child. A big grin upon his face as he gripped the reins to his chest. Such a child. 'He is impressionable.' This kid was going to drive me nu

I trailed off for a moment before continuing, "Chiseled muscles that I really want to caress. If other methods didn't work, why not try a succubus' charm? "Most important…" I purred alluringly, "I can feel the endless charm that you carry." Even as the Darkness began to shudder, I brushed my finger over my lips as I spoke calmly, "As for my wish… I wish to be conquered by a truly powerful Entity, dominated from soul to flesh, and to die in pure ecstasy." I could hear the other Players gasping behind me, but I kept going, every word I spoke a poison seeping into his consciousness. "That includes hyperventilation, shudders, and blanked eyes as I lose myself again and again as I climax."

She blushed and walked towards him, making sure there was enough space between them. He was a beautiful man, with dark brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. Of course, he was taller than Charlotte when had she meet someone who wasn't? He had a trimmed beard that she couldn't help but feel like it made him sexier. Although he was good looking and probably her type, she couldn't help but think that he was nowhere close to the way she felt about Elijah. "So, what do you do in life?" Lucas questioned as she sat beside him. "Well, I'm still studying." Charlotte replied, "this year I'm graduating high school." She added as Lucas frowned at the news. High school, oh man he was going to kill his frie

The collection ranged from miniature leather crops and crimson silk restraints to several intimidatingly proportioned silicone molds. Elena was suddenly consumed by an overwhelming wave of dread. She grew terrified that the man standing before her possessed a dark deviance and intended to subject her to these strange implements. "W-what ... what is all of this for?" Elena asked, her register trembling from sheer nervousness. "For our mutual amusement, of course, Honey," Julian whispered in an intensely sensual pitch, causing the tiny hairs along the nape of her neck to stand on end. "I fully intend to have you experience these items one by one, starting this very afternoon."

Mia was waiting outside the lecture hall, her usual bright smile faltering when she saw Kyra's hunched posture. "Girl, you look like you got hit by a truck," Mia said, falling into step beside her. "Still sore from... you know?" Kyra forced a weak smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Yeah. Dad was in a mood. But I'm fine." Mia eyed her skeptically, then grinned mischievously. "Fine enough to dish about that mysterious Master from last night? Come on, the Owner giving you his card? That's like winning the BDSM lottery. Are you gonna call him?"

BRUCE Charlotta was a puzzle I couldn’t stop trying to solve. She sat across from me at the restaurant, her red lipstick catching the light as she sipped her water, her eyes darting between the twins’ banter and the harbor view. She played the part of the perfect secretary flawlessly—organized, poised, quick with a smile—but there was something beneath it all, a shadow that kept me on edge. I’d told Harley last night I couldn’t pin it down, but it was there, like a whisper I couldn’t quite hear.

Charles concluded with a slight blemish. According to the orders of her boss Charla couldn't leave the room to do the required work. She stood rooted to the ground twiddling with her fingers. Charles raised his eyes to Charla in command. His orbs owned a suspicious look. "Sir I know I'm in no position to speak this information to you and I very well know I am risking my job in this by supporting Aliza against your decision." Rising from his seat Charles pushed his hands inside his pant pockets and walked in slow raptorial steps towards Charla. His lips were plastered in a thin line intimidating her with his controlling aura. "What do you mean?" He accentuated his dominance. Charles did not l

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”

" I thought we'd both agreed never to use the term 'loser' ,ever ," " Just stay away from her ,okay?" " Or what?" She didn't reply, except her facial expression spoke on her behalf. Ticking jaw, flared nostrils, narrowed eyes- she detested the thought of me and Tina getting close. But why? It's not like I'm going to start dating her or corrupt her mind with my 'morals'. I just wanted to get to know her better. " You don't want to know," Charli said, her tone icy. " Just stay away from her. She's...the only person who actually likes me in this whole world. I don't want you to poison her thoughts."