Romans & histoires Iron Hands Chapter Master

Roy said. "How arrogant of you now, sir. You're saying that you know Miss Azkia better than anyone else... yes... you're a love slave, understand," Roy's heart said, but he felt very happy to see his Young Master's happy face. "Now let's leave what the Hendrawan family will do first. The important thing is have you prepared all the surprises for them?" "Everything is ready, Young Master." "Good, but!!! if they dare to touch a strand of my wife's hair, cut off all their hands!!!."

He thinks he has all of the power because he’s had me sliced into for days; he needed to have me weakened before he would even stand in front of me. “You took my Judge from me; I need to toughen you up a little because unlike the females, we can’t change you.” The Master comes to stand in front of me again; he’s holding a soiled white piece of cloth which he’s using to wipe his knuckles, his hit barely winded me and he’s managed to split his knuckles open. Twelfth of his line means nothing if it means he’s this weak.

Placing my hand on my forehead as I push back some loose hair while tipping my head back towards the ceiling, "You will learn in time what it means to have a 'sister' or 'fiancée' and what 'dangers' you will have as a Sworn Master... but for now that is all the time we have." He bows at the waist with his dominant hand in a fist over his heart and walks out of the room to his first class of the day. Turning around I sit in my rolly chair at my desk as I exhale my demeanor changes to my more sinister natural demeanor. "Show yourself, I know you are there."

Sinister never thought one day he will have such a beautiful family. Everything came to track and a beautiful one to be precise. Indeed there is a bright sun behind every dark cloud. ______________________________________ So this was the end of Yes, Master finally. The next book is already up on my profile known as “No Master” containing Rafael Hunt and Rose’s story. Don’t forget to give it a try. A story filled with regret, love, dark romance, and redemption. Do remember to like and leave your reviews about Yes, Master. I tried my best to give justice to my characters. So my readers. Wish me luck for the future and don’t forget to support me.

The two persons in front of her received their marks and when it came to her turn, the scent filled her nose. She felt shivers run down her spine. She moved to stand in front of Master. Leader of the Conquerors, Master was an enigma. His name was hidden and he didn't often make an act of presence. Except for today. When he looked down at her, he saw brown pupils staring back at him. They were shining in the dim light of the podium, glowing in the dark. He drove in them, searching for darkness. That's when he saw red and blood. Trauma.

“A-As much as I didn't expect that I would do such a thing, I called him ‘master’.” “Oh, you are already establishing the way you are. Don’t worry, you are not the first person to ever have the unexpected fall on our submissive sides to the extent you view your Alpha as your master.” He couldn’t bring himself to talk more about this—he can’t even say that he is thankful that he is finally understanding what happened with the bad memory he has with that. “Now, have you ever seen an Alpha lose his control?” “Loses his control? How?” Then it falls into him perfectly—he has never seen an Alpha completely lose his control. Barely but not quite. Cross has always been hesitant, always having this g

"You!" Wendell Hunt simply twisted the dagger around Black-hand's at his abdomen and snarled. "I know you won't admit to it, but it's fine. My presence here means that there's enough evidence to confirm our suspicions. The Young Master had told me to pay you a visit on behalf of him." Black-hand's face was twisted with pain. "I-I...din't betray the Young Master I..." "The Young Master doesn't think so." Wendell Hunt said, before plunging the knife on Black-hand's heart. Black-hand held on tight to Wendell Hunt's clothes. "I-I didn't.."

“Master, look, this Tyrant Hammer can change its size!” Matteo immediately stood up; his mind went blank! The hammer in his disciple’s hand was not an ordinary weapon—it was indeed a Grand Weapon!

Matt jumped into action, his composure faltering as he scrambled for the door. “And you,” the Master said coldly, turning his fiery gaze on another guard. “Bring me my laptop.” The room descended into tense silence as the Master stood there, motionless, his eyes locked on Matilda. She wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. She had thought she knew fear before, but this… this was something else entirely. “Pray,” the Master said softly, his voice dripping with menace, “that this mess can still be cleaned up.” Matilda’s sobs echoed in the room as the Master turned away, his mind already churning with plans to regain control of what was rightfully his.

Master said. "Yes, Master." His hand came down. Smack. I felt the warmth start under his hand and slowly spread. I counted. Smack, another on the other side. Smack; evenly paced warmth spreading out from the points of contact, approaching my already heated cunt. Smack, smack, smack, counting each time, my bottom glowing, becoming redder with each swat of my Master's hand. Smack, ensuring his slave remained the obedient slut he wanted. Smack, smack, smack. I'm still counting, mindless. The actual number irrelevant; I'd keep counting as long as he kept swatting. I felt the tension rising, the wave starting to roll in, to crest.