Master Chief And The Arbiter Novels & Stories

It wasn't the pilot. It was the voice of Arthur St. Claire, sounding calm, cold, and utterly victorious from his secure bunker. "Thank you, Ivy. You just delivered the kill-switch directly to the source. The War of Blood is over. The harvest has begun." If Ivy’s attempt to save her mother actually triggered the final stage of Arthur’s plan, who is the "Master" he is truly working for? And as the helicopter sinks into the lightless depths, why does Ivy suddenly feel a heartbeat that isn't her own, isn't Dante’s, and isn't Eleonora’s—but a fourth pulse, coming from the very bottom of the ocean?

As my eyes settle on his, he slow-blinks, lifting his chin. I've dragged them all this way... So far... And I have no idea what I'm doing here. The Deacon has a phone pressed to his ear, jabbering away to someone. It creeps over me; the realisation, the understanding. The point... The grave is very green, the grass clipped; cared-for. Momma... It's me... Your Larry... Your son... I've come home. ***** This Concludes 'The Master's Child' But Charlotte, Michael and James Return In The Lover's Children

"Sorry, Ma'am, but I won't do what you tell me—" She slapped me hard, and the crowd gasped in shock. It took only a second before I felt the pain. Someone grabbed my arm away from the public, and tears sprang to my eyes again as I recognized the guy. He was one of the late president's nephews, Lester Agrezor. We stopped under the big Narra tree, and he squeezed my shoulders. "Look at me, Amity," he said in a husky voice. I blinked before looking up at his face. He had an attractive height, probably 5 or 6 inches taller than me. His eyes clouded with worry, staring into mine.

He relied on his inner beast and those who bullied him bowed before him. “Master,” Capo huffed. “Vasco,” “Master, you were right about Aslan and Margarita. I hope she will bring peace between me and Aslan.” A smirk tucked over Master’s face whole, Capo being an old father embellishing the dreams of being with his only son. “Did you meet Decker Costello?” Master swallowed the lump of anger. “I am going to call them tomorrow for dinner, and I would be honored if you could join us,” Master has unique plans going on in his mind. His presence will ruin all his future deliverables.

"Yes." "Say it properly." "I understand you, Amelia." I turned to leave. At the door, his voice stopped me. "Amelia. There is one thing I have to tell you before you walk out." "What." He swallowed. He looked at the printed still on the table one more time, at Serena's face in the corner of the frame, and when he looked up at me his eyes had gone strange. "Adrian is not the person giving the orders," he said. "He never has been. He is as afraid of them as I am."

Her juices glistened on his fingers and palm, the smell tantalizing him. As he removed his fingers away from her, Anita heard sucking sounds; in curiosity, she raised her head from the pillow, shocked to see her master for the night sucking at his finger like he just finished a delicious meal. All the while, he looked into her eyes with no shame, and being the shameless master he was, he dipped his finger into her again, causing her to toss her head back with a shudder. Finally, he couldn't help himself and decided to slurp the honey directly from her blooming flower. He lapped at her folds and pressed on her clitoris vibrator before finally plunging his tongue directly into her womanly fold

Rion said and added when he saw Ruby was about to refuse, "I don't want to hear anything else from you other than 'yes'. Go rest. There was a lot had happened today and I can see you are tired." Ruby swallowed back her words and answered dejectedly, "Yes, Master." Rion gave her a small smile and pat her head briefly. "Good." "Let's go," Ludriev said. The main tent was, of course, in the middle of the entire camp as the center of operation. It was big enough to accommodate all seven masters. All of them sat at the round table in the middle of the tent. When Rion and Ludriev arrived, the other five masters seemed to be in a heated argument.

Master leans forward on his chair while crossing one leg over another and tilts his head to the side. “You heard a rumour and you want me to confirm if it is true or not?” His eyes dart across the six of them and settle on the one who looks like the leader. “Not at all Master” he falls on his face, “we dare not make decisions for the only descendant of the moon goddess amongst us” Master immediately shoots out of his chair as the words reach his ear and I see him ball his hands into a fist. “What did you say?” He growls climbing down the little stairs in front of him.

After the head butler gave a perfunctory answer, the host asked another question again. "Is there anything in particular that you find any similarities and differences between the three masters? Who among them stands out to you the most?" This question made everyone focus on the head butler. Javier just listened indifferently as if this question was not related to him at all. The head butler paused for a moment. He glanced at the camera. His solemn expression contained a hint of sincerity as he answered, "Of course there is. I served three masters and they are all different. The former head, Master Conrad is tough and resolute. While Master Colton is ruthless and cunning. On the other hand,

The orc says while both go back to looking. The headmaster steps into the inner circle after he sees everyone rise at his attention. His form is able to pass the barrier that is created and his eyes loom to all of the future, possible masters. Of course, he makes sure that all of them have fallen into their own illusion, rendering them not only helpless from the real reality of the world and also sleeping within a settle and dark nightmare. Masters that are in the booths lower their arms down. The spell has been completed and the arcane symbol still glows with the utmost power along the floor. Still, however, Adae has the arcane connection between reality and nightmare. For through her visio