Novel & Cerita Mast Ram Novel

"What's going on? Is she still alive?" "That girl must be possessed by the devil! Hindi 'yan tao!" "Check her! Bilisan niyo!" I kept looking at the moon as I felt the man approaching. No pain. I can't feel anything from my bullet wounds. I received several bullets, yet I didn't feel any even a little sting. But I can feel something inside of me, a familiar sensation that I'm sure I've felt before. Slowly, my head turned to see the man approaching, he stopped midway upon seeing my face and his curious eyes went bigger as his eyes fixed on mine. And before he could even react or flee for his life, I was already behind him, holding his shoulder and neck as my teeth pierced his flesh; I tasted h

The next book will be any guesses. Yes, I am starting a new book called ‘No, Master’ Containing Rafael and Rose’s story. Damien and Maria wouldn’t have any story as Damien was never bad to Maria and I will give them an ending in Rose’s story. The story will be a dark romance as usual but different than Yes, Master. There will be no love triangle like this book. There will be only two main characters which will be Rose and Rafael. The book will be full of regret, dark past, romance, erotic, love, and redemption.

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It should send me screaming. But I can’t look away. Because what stands where Cassian was—what rises to its full height in the moonlight is a wolf. Not a normal wolf. A nightmare. A beast. Massive, silver-eyed, fur streaked dark where blood splatters. His teeth gleam, long and lethal. His growl vibrates through the ground. The rival gang falters, but too late. He launches at them, a storm of muscle and fur. One man goes down under his weight, blood spraying as teeth find flesh. Another swings a blade, but the wolf twists, fast, savage, snapping his arm like a twig.

He could do nothing but stare at the space between his shoes, desperately avoiding the dangerous truth that his master stood completely naked in front of him. Dom walked with the same composure as always, unhurried and confident, as if his nakedness was nothing but another weapon in his hands. The dripping water on his skin caught the lamplight, each bead sliding across his body before vanishing into the air. Bryce’s throat tightened. His heart pounded so violently it hurt. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Why wasn’t he attacking? The walk-in closet door opened, and rustling fabric filled the silence. When Dom returned, he wore nothing but a pair of black pajama trousers, hanging low on his hi

It was a lie—the signal was jammed this far out on the estate—but it was the only weapon I had. Daniel’s eyes went murderous. He saw the defiance in my gaze, the way I stood my ground even as my body trembled with exhaustion. He realized in that moment that the “Madwoman of Vermon,” was dead, and in her place stood the woman who was going to dismantle his empire.

Looks like this mansion is located in thick woods. The room they gave me was big, with a bed in the middle and tall bookshelves lined up on the wall with a stack of books. I explored the room and was now walking towards the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door and walked inside, I saw a soap, toothbrush, and toothpaste. In the shower stall, I found body wash, shampoo and conditioner, all expensive brands. Looks like the Russian don is super-rich, I thought while looking around.

I growl. "Her face is plastered over every newspaper in your Pack. The amount of shared renditions of her is absurd. Everyone wants to know who the Alpha's best friend is." "I'm certain this won't protect her." My fingers tighten into fists at the thought of anyone harming her. Today was bad enough. He’s lucky he didn’t lay a hand on her, otherwise he would lose what could cause him to make that mistake again. "People respect mistresses more than friends. We've been over this,” mother exasperates, tossing her hands up.

Emmett nudges me, and I glance at him. “She didn’t listen.” I glance behind us, and I laugh. Of course, she didn’t. I can see her, just. In trees watching, while I want to tell Grayson to wait, I can’t. Raven is part of this world, and at some point, she will see things. “She fucked me you know, the first week before you got back.” I turn and look at Rizzo in time to see Grayson’s fist slam into his face. “You best pray in your death that we don’t go for your daughter next.” Grayson pulls out the gun.

Master applies the healing cream to the cuts and bruises that are still taking too long to heal and then takes me to bed, holding me tight until I relax and drift off to sleep. We do this for the next few evenings. I wake up shivering in the Master's arms, reliving in my dreams not only the Master's attack but Morgan's and Norman's as well. It, however, doesn’t take the Master long to remove the memory of them and replace it with pleasure, which is getting more intense and harder to deny each time he touches me.