Master Chief Green Novels & Stories

Master spoke with a solemn expression. “Master, is there a problem?” Chris’s nerves tensed as he asked. “There is no harm in being ready.” Master didn’t answer Chris’s question directly “I will retire now; I need to rest.” Chris walked over to his desk and took out a wooden box from a secret cabinet and extended the box “Master, this should help with regaining some of your vitality.” “Then I will accept with gratitude.” Master smiled as he received the box and walked out of the room with slow yet steady steps, his hands behind his back.

Said the mature man who was like 50 years old. Then the man who was dressed and in a turban all in green said to return to leave. "Fine, I will go again. You educate and take care of this child well later he will be a friend of someone who is chosen. Until then I will leave everything to you" Said the man in green clothes and turban. It turns out that this handsome and young man who always wears all green clothes is a master of a mature man named Triniti. ** End of Flashbacks **

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.

“He doesn't hate you, Maya. He's just having trouble controlling...certain urges.” Maya looked at me in surprise. Before she could ask, the hangar door suddenly opened and a number of Hunters came in. In the middle of them was the Master. A man who I thought was in his early sixties. But despite his age, he still seemed really fit and healthy as if he could still knock down someone younger than him. It was Tomas Lasher. Aunt Kyndra greeted him. “Thanks again for this jet, Tomas. And of course, for letting us stay here. Your generosity is too much.”

All the people present, Little Apple trusted the chief of the Slave Clan most, because the chief of the Slave Clan had vowed to take his father as his master and also addressed him as the young master. Little Apple was no longer what he used to be when he just stepped into the martial arts world. At that time, they had hidden his identity, and now it had already been on the surface, so Little Apple set his target on the clan leader of the Slave Clan, who was also good at the Eight Gates Divination.

The horses of the others stopped, near the sharp cliffs, and bowing as if at the sight of a frightful monster they raised their front legs and turned back, these beasts had a sense of their own that scared to death like moon dogs, this meadow was something cursed and you could tell in advance that you could die like a dog. Of the ten young men, only two sacrificed their swords for their masters, and Dixon at the age of seventeen armed himself with a very large bow with which he could crush armor, iron heads like blades protruding like sharp thorns that served wonderfully. the master in distress, a quiver caught in the saddle of the saddle gave him enough security to gallop the archer, and at

Wirata Group. Today the activity went on as usual, but what was different was the mood of the Chairman, since all employees had been hit by a splinter of his anger, and the person who suffered the most was Secretary Roy, he had been cleaning up what was wrong according to his Young Master. There was a knock on the door of Deffin's room. "Excuse me, Young master." Handing over the file. "This is the file you requested." Secretary Roy had placed it in front of Deffin, but the Young Master did not even glance at it, he remained in his position, raising his legs on the end of the sofa table, and resting his head while closing his sharp eyes.

“In my case, I feel like I’m the one being mastered.” “Then…” Joghsec drawls the ‘n’ sound, prompting me to look at him again. He has a sparkle in his eyes as he says, “…put a leash on the master?” I smile. Somehow, his words axed down the rock that rose in my head, a serenity I hadn’t felt in a long while claiming me. I can even visualize the clear line between now and the previous livid state I found myself in. “I’ve never felt this good in a long time,” I whisper. Cold air brushes my face, and I blink as stray strands rest on my lashes.

But I definitely did not eye-rape him. "I am so sorry." I mumbled. Is the universe against me or something? "I wasn't looking and-" Okay, maybe I did a little bit of eye-raping. I mean, who could blame me? He's gorgeous. He has sandy blonde hair with some brown highlights. His face is just... pure perfection. Then I realised something that made me frown. Something that made memories of him come back. His eyes were a shade of forest green. Forest freaking green. Ashton. Oh god. I'm not even kidding, I am going to cry.

The guy was just waiting for us. "The car is fully tinted. I'll wait for you outside, whenever you are ready." Grandmaster said and emerged again from the car. I didn't think twice and wore the mask that he gave me. I took a deep breath before opening the car's door. "Centaur." The Grandmaster greeted the guy. "Sphinx, is she Eagle's replacement? What's her skills?" The guy talked like a robot. He lifted the gun and put it on his shoulder while looking at me from head to toe.