Master Book Academy Novels & Stories

The Mothers called such things corruptions of the flesh, I immediately turned my head away. “I’m sorry,” I whispered shakily. “I didn’t mean to—” “Watch,” the Master interrupted softly. Fear tightened inside my chest. “I cannot, Master.” “You must.” His voice sharpened slightly. “A wife should understand how to please her husband.” The room suddenly felt suffocating and too small, i stared desperately at the floor while shame and confusion twisted violently inside me, the Mothers spent our entire lives condemning desire as sinful, yet now the Master called this sacred, holy and necessary, nothing made sense anymore, the Master moved closer until I could smell the heavy scent of incense and a

Bella furiously ended the call. Bella was a wreck, sobbing uncontrollably, and I, ironically, was the one who had to comfort her. My phone screen lit up. A message from Dante. [Aurora, what's wrong? When the sun rises, our Month of No Masters will be over. I'm looking forward to it.] [I miss you.] [To be honest, the girls out there are all boring. Let's not play this game anymore, okay?] The moon was high in the sky; sunrise wasn't far off.

Leland's eyes were wide with shock. With a proud expression, Messo declared, "The Nine-Word Mantra is a supreme martial arts technique from Daneast. Even Bryndor Morne only managed to cultivate up to the sixth word. To think that Lady Wynteris has already mastered the third word at such a young age. She truly is remarkable." Cassian looked at the expressionless Isolde, who was still standing on a branch. He felt just as thunderstruck. She was absurdly powerful—and extremely unreasonable.

“i really made you laugh?” I nodded, biting down my lips to hold down my chuckle. “This time, Killan.” “But I want to do it every time.” “I think you should focus on learning how to eat.” “But I want to eat you instead.” He said innocently and I almost lost my balance. He blinked, eyes wide like he didn't just blurt out some shitty sentence, and I smirked. “Killan.” “Master.” “Tell me the truth, will you?” “I'll tell you anything, Master.”

" Oh so it's all my fault she suddenly decides to run away to Cody" " Yes it's your fault she ran away but nobody can chose who they love. If Maestro wants her to be his ol' lady you know he is serious. That man is like you. You were a whore before I met you honey. Now do the right thing give Cody your blessing or use the spare room at the club because you won't be in our bed"

The waitress was surprised to find out that the Young Master she had been trying to get close to, was the one who had done it. "Rip his mouth, Roy. How dare he insult my wife!!!" Deffin shouted angrily. "And, throw him into the interior of another country, I don't want to be in the same country with him." An order that could not be refuted. The secretary immediately took out the folding knife in his pocket. Srrreett... Not too wide but painful enough, this was a common occurrence, physical torture of servants' mistakes was like a tradition that his grandfather Deffin had created, it was Roy's hands that punished them, because since childhood Roy was educated directly by Deffin's grandfather.

I am tired of studying. Although I have exams next week and need to revise, my brain and eyes are tired. I can feel myself growing stale almost by the minute. My Master is sitting opposite me, working, legs crossed at the ankle, examining papers and accounts, making occasional notes in the margin. Bored with reading about economics, budgets, surplus and deficits, financial accounting versus cost accounting, and..... I decide it is time for a change of tone. Plucking a grape from the bunch on the table next to me, I toss it at my Master. It bounces off his file, and down onto the settee beside him.

We here at Zen Academy have become aware of your rare talents and wish to invite you to enroll in our curriculum to help you master your full potential. This letter will be your guide to finding us. Come alone and tell no one if you wish to know the truth of what you are. Sincerely, Chancellor Emola Thorne

“My...” Master Howton’s fists were trembling with anger and his body was shaking uncontrollably like a Parkinson’s patient as he clenched his teeth and said, “My name is Caden Howton. Everyone in North America addresses me respectfully as Master Howton!” Charlie curled his lips, looked him up and down, then asked, “They refer to you as Master Howton?” Caden clenched his teeth and said, “That’s right! I’m Master Howton!” Charlie curled his lips and said, “Oh, everyone refers to me as Master Wade, but if you’re Master Howton, do you believe that you’re more powerful than me, then?”