Laws Of Power Never Outshine The Master Novels & Stories

Master hates when submissive isn't properly dressed up and washed. Rule No.5: Don't talk to any male no matter who they are till Master asked submissive to do so. Except for Mr Valentino Master's father. P.S: IF SUBMISSIVE BROKE ANY RULE EITHER INTENTIONAL OR WITH MISTAKE. PUNISHMENT IS COMPULSORY. With that, the first page ended up. I gulped before placing the rest papers in the drawer. I think it's enough for now I have to digest all these rules first before learning others.

I sighed in front of Nora. "You went through all that trouble to get me this chance, but too bad I didn't make the cut." Nora's mouth twitched. She had no idea what I was talking about. She had paid a steep price to learn that Theodore was dealing with a traitor in that room. The mere mention of Harbor City's ruler was enough to terrify people, and he never tolerated anything like this. Anyone who stumbled onto a scene like that would either be silenced for good or sent somewhere far away, never to return home to Centra.

“You dominate without killing and you win without blood and you show us that the power that we feared is not the power of claw and not the power of the old laws because it is something that we do not understand.” “I do not need your blood to win,” I answered because I had learned that strength was not measured in the wolves that fell and it was not measured in the blood that was spilled and it was not measured in the laws that were written by wolves who were afraid of what they could not control. “I need you to understand that the power that you have been hunting is not something that can be chained and it is not something that can be used and it is not something that can be taken from wolve

It had my breath hitching and my heart doing weird things in my chest – almost as if I was a blushing virgin in love… But then he turned his red gaze on the goddess sitting across from us, the room suddenly feeling icy as he leveled her with a glare that could freeze fire... “And last I checked, I’m the Master of this realm, Nyx,” he said, his voice heavy with the power and authority of his status. “I’d rather not have to remind you of that.” “Forgive me, Master, I didn’t mean to overstep,” she instantly amended, lowering her head as concern flickered in her star-black eyes. “May I ask when you will return?”

“There is always more.” After breakfast, I was escorted; not confined, escorted to a study I hadn’t seen before. It was smaller than the war room but no less deliberate. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with volumes on finance, psychology, geopolitics, and criminal law. A desk sat near the window, papers neatly stacked. Dominic gestured inside. “You’ll spend your mornings here.” I frowned. “Doing what?” “Learning how power is maintained,” he replied. “Not through violence, but through dependency.”

Yes, Master. I continued. "I have five laws for you to remember, Layla. One, you call me, Master. Two, you will speak only when spoken to. if you have a question you may ask me if you are allowed to speak. Three, when I give you an order, you must do exactly as I say. Four, you will never lie to me, Layla, for I assure you, I will know if you are lying. Five, if you want or need something you must ask me. You will only eat, drink, sleep, wash, use the toilet – in fact, you cannot do anything without my consent. And you are not allowed to orgasm without my permission." I added with a tinge of dark humor.

They’re ready. I dipped my fingers into the water, watching the ripples spread across its surface. “Power,” I continued, “means nothing if it cannot protect. It does not belong to us; it moves through us. And if it’s hoarded by the few, it harms the many.” The healers bowed their heads. Some whispered the words under their breath. Others pressed a hand to their hearts. I let a drop of moonwater fall to the ground, the light catching as it touched the soil. “Let this be our first law.” I raised my voice, each word clear. “Power is sacred only when it is in the service of others.”

her voice softened on the latter, became more reflective. “The statement seems to have more to do with statecraft, than with responsibilities of power.” “And do you think statecraft has nothing to do with power? Power has more shapes than what we do here. In many respects, we are a lesser expression of power.” “You know, Master Lisa, philosophy is not one of my strengths.” Master Lisa laughed. “Yes, I know. How do you think it looks to the other Masters when my subditus does not do well in all the classes I teach.”