Master Chief Green Novels & Stories

"Just bare with Master Eugene, in the meantime. He is quite grumpy at times, but he is not always like that. He is really a nice man, believe me." Jorah said in his master defense while he tried his best to move the burnt casserole over the gas range towards the empty countertop. The casserole was almost as big as the size of the cat's body itself so the other party was having a hard time carrying it. Seeing this, Abby came to his rescue.

I went to sleep at a reasonable hour and woke up the next morning and did it again. The interesting part was watching what everyone else did. The financial press was largely respectful, some of it genuinely admiring. Two major publications ran long analytical pieces on the acquisition strategy and both of them used the word masterclass at least once. The business community was fascinated in the specific way it is fascinated by a story it did not see coming, which meant the story had legs and the coverage kept building on itself without me having to do anything to feed it.

Two nights earlier, I had stood alone inside his private study praying for the walls to swallow me whole, the memory still clung to me like ice beneath my skin, I remembered standing outside his office doors while armed guards watched silently from either side. “Knock,” one ordered. My shaking knuckles barely touched the wood when he answered. “Come in, Leah.” Even his voice frightened me, I stepped inside carefully, lowering my gaze immediately the way the Mothers had trained us since childhood. The Master sat near a glowing television screen, one arm resting comfortably against a dark leather chair. Candlelight flickered across polished shelves lined with forbidden books ordinary members w

Sighing, Dunley said, "You've probably never heard of this before, but in the martial arts world of Daneast, the four most prominent figures are known as One God and Three Grandmasters. "The god, of course, refers to Bryndor Morne, the War God of Daneast. As for the three grandmasters, the first is Seward Joslin, the High Priest of Radiant Hall. The second is Greta Cavanaugh, the former leader of the Lunaria Order and Isolde's mentor. "And the third is the man before you right now, the diviner, Calix Amato. If I were at my peak and uninjured, I wouldn't need to fear him, but now…"

Jasmine’s head fell into a gentle nod, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. Jerald moved closer, knuckles trailing against her cheek with a feather-light touch. “You… you really be asking for too much… young one. But guess what? Master is willing to give you all that you want.” He leaned in, words brushing against her lips. “I need you to get up… and strip yourself of every obstacle.”

Yes master,” the heavily built, dark eyed guard said. He bowed, then walked out swiftly from the chamber. He needed no seer to let him know this mission was specifically his to carry out. He set out in search of Bryce and the master's briefcase, not without a tracking device. **