Many Minds Many Masters Novels & Stories

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I had two mafia leaders to deal with. Please let this Dominic guy have a brain I could actually get into.

But now… he wasn’t sure who was playing whom. He had seen many ruthless men, but the one behind this? That voice didn’t sound like Damian’s. It was colder. Smarter. Adrian Volkov’s words from their last meeting echoed in his head: “Every empire built on lies will crumble. It’s just a matter of who lights the fire.” Mr. Hares shivered. Maybe that fire had already been lit. ... That night, across the city, Damian poured himself a glass of whiskey and stared at the skyline. The mysterious note sat in his drawer, haunting him.

A Master is not a person who only relishes the benefits that his superior status entitles him. Certainly, all of these characteristics could and often do exist within a Master. He may be demanding and at times selfish. He may genuinely enjoy and even be aroused by the power that he has over a sub. He may be able to expertly control his emotions, issuing his commands and enforcing his discipline with stone-faced determination.

“You already got in contact with Young Master Bauer?” “Is he going to give the money back or not?” Mandy sighed. “The three young masters are all prominent figures of Flutwell.” “The eldest Young Master Bauer is the best out of the three. He’s also quite isolated from the world.” “Normally speaking, it would be hard to see him even on TV, let alone actually meeting him.” “It’s said he has eighteen places he’d randomly choose to live in every single day.” “He wouldn’t even wear the clothes he’s already worn the day before.”

MASTER! EHHHHHHH!!!!!?????

I said. His eyes flew open and met mine before a smile appeared on his lips. "You mind saying that again baby?" "I didn't know that you were this old and senile." I repeated, raising my brows. "And you wanted a young boy? A young baby?" He cocked a brow and sighed. "No wonder they said...poor minds, think alike." He rolled his eyes. Did Brian just roll his eyes? Like he literally just, rolled his eyes and scoffed? "Great minds, think alike. Do not misuse the words baby." I said.

After absorbing the Spirit Turtle’s core, the eighth-rank grandmasters must have begun ascending the Skyward Stairway. As James had never fought against grandmasters at such a level, he could not be sure of their strength. He only knew that their existence alone was terrifying. Even for Callan Maverick, James would feel a shiver down his spine whenever he was reminded of the strength Callan demonstrated as a grandmaster who had ascended the second stair of the Skyward Stairway.

55 Come Emily’s POV “Don’t even start.” I glaringly look at Arthur. He seem to be enjoying this but I don’t I hate that I have to speak up like that, isn’t that suppose to be common sense? And how can a person be like that? I’m not even like that when I was being a mistress to Arthur but no, she’s not a mistress and I surely hope she won’t be because I don’t know what I will do if she will be.

They'll fall until they fear, until they tremble at the mere mention. Louis shook as if struck by lightning. Die? However many? In his entire life, he never met someone so confident! Perhaps the better term to be used was 'arrogant'. "Young man, you don't understand the vastness of the heavens and the depth of the earth. Do you think being a Grandmaster, a supreme grand martial, is the ceiling of martial arts?" Louis continued after a moment of silence, "There are masters beyond masters, heavens beyond heavens. In the martial world, true experts either hide in the mountains or join the military. The so-called martial arts Grandmaster is just qualified to venture into the martial world.