Komik Martial Master Novels & Stories

This is Ronan wanting this as much as he does. “C-Can I, m-master—” That made Cross grin evilly. He knows that Ronan just slipped out but he wants that now. “That’s right, call me Master Cross, Doc Ronan.” Ronan’s scent is getting more and more intense, almost as strong as what he had when his Heat came. That would mean a stronger effect on Cross. He wants to just slam his cock inside this man and fuck him the hardest but, of course, he wouldn’t. He laughs to himself because someone should really award him for having the strongest self-control even at this new scenario they are experiencing.

He asked. A smile spread through my beautiful face. I threw him a stick and he frowned. "Trust me, you'll need that." I said, and he bursted into laughter. "I've never had a girl challenge me like this...Are you so sure you'll win?" He asked and I nodded. I was a master of taekwondo, boxing, and many other fighting groups. I learned them all to save Chelsea. We positioned ourselves for fighting. Matt dropped the stick just as we began and smirked, motioning for me to come fight him and I did.... running very fast and kicking him so hard he moved back.

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.

But then. "Five years ago, the brothers had a massive fight," Maria continued, her tone dropping as if she were sharing something forbidden. "I don’t know the details, but it was ugly. Somehow, Morris got caught up in it. Master Roland fired him. No one expected it, but Master Justin took him in afterwards. He’s been working for him ever since." My heart pounded as the pieces began to fall into place. The timeline, the fight, Morris’s sudden shift in allegiance... it still confused me more.

Not deep enough to kill—just enough to make him suffer. Every drag, every puncture, every agonizing stroke was calculated. Pain was an art. And Jerald? He was a goddamn master. He braided the pain and served them like a Sicilian favorite meal—Cassata Siciliana. The man thrashed, his screams raw and wretched. His body jerked violently, arms trembling against the restraints, but there was no escape. The chains rattled, but they held firm. He wasn’t going anywhere.

My voice was barely above a whisper. “Master is getting married!”

Gulp, I swear this man has a personality disorder. "Understand?" "Yes....master."

Unbeknownst to her, her timid, animal-like presence, skittish, wide-eyed, and radiating raw fragility had caught the unwavering attention of the Head Master. He stood at the far end of the bar, a towering figure exuding authority in a tailored black shirt that hugged his broad, muscular shoulders, his expression perpetually unreadable behind a neatly trimmed beard that added to his enigmatic allure. Known simply as "The Owner" or "Head Master" to the bar's elite clientele, he was a legend in this underground world—ruthless in his control, yet revered for his unwavering fairness and deep understanding of the human psyche.

"That woman is so insolent, Don Ariani! She had the nerve to use your first name just a second ago, so I was just about to tear her apart for you, Don Ariani!" "E-Edoardo…" I forced the name out through the pain, my voice a raspy whisper. I raised my head, meeting his gaze despite the blood trailing down my face. I looked at the man the world feared and gave a faint, chilling laugh. "Is this how you greet your master after not seeing each other for seven years?"