Master Chief X Cortana Novels & Stories

He hastily said, "Get up, please." Aella passed on his message. "The Grand Master tells you to rise!" With a whoosh, the Crescent members stood up. "Where's the Grand Mistress, Grand Master?" asked one of the Crescent members loudly. They loved Nana a lot and had not seen her for a few months now. They missed her. "The Grand Mistress…" Logan felt a pang of sadness when he thought about the deaths of Nana and Maia. However, he had to tell them about this. "The Grand Mistress pitted her mystique power against her junior, Maia Spittle, in Little Xeottect. They are now both dead," said Logan glumly.

His master, one of the most influential men of Drena, was slowly stimulating the slave who stood still, his eyes at half-mast, an expression of unhidden bliss on his face. Xavier turned towards Cory. “See, Cory, maybe I know other methods, too.” The servant placed the tray filled with goodies on the small coffee table and stood there, not knowing what to do. “As much as this creature excites me, I would not get my mouth dirty. So, Cory, come here,” his master gestured for him to approach. “On your knees,” he whispered, gently this time, and Cory obeyed. “What do you say, Cory? Would you like a taste of this?”

Xavier is the good mate from the prophecy Right?????

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

“Would you mind lifting a tip of the veil? I'm not fond of surprises of that kind, particularly with Cissy around. As you're aware, she's highly attuned to my emotional fluctuations and so nothing goes unnoticed by her." “Harad, when I met the woman, I felt something for her, it was almost as if she was Xanne,” I murmured thoughtfully. “Wait, I'm asking Walter to check if Xanne and Arbel are still in their cell. And he must also be present at lunch.” 'Walter, meet us in the lunchroom in an hour. Eden will introduce her new assistant to us,” I notify the Chief Warrior in the mind link. 'Present. But judging by your voice, there is more going on. Make my work easier for me, please.'

Because how the hell was he dealing with someone as sharp-tongued and poised as Jasmine? She cleared her throat in the air, stretching a hand forward. “My name is Anna Smith. Master’s last submissive.” Jasmine’s eyes dropped to the stretched-out hand. She looked at it for a few seconds longer, her lips twitching slightly—almost amused—before finally returning her gaze to Anna’s face. “How may I help you?” Jasmine asked chin raised to sophistication. Her voice was calm, velvet-smooth, not even remotely interested in whatever storm Anna brought with her.

"Eva Morrison. You do not know me yet. But you will. Very soon." Male voice. Smooth. Educated. American accent with hints of something else underneath. British? German? "Who is this?" "Someone who has been watching you since you were born. Someone who knew Marcus Cross better than anyone. Someone who understands that you are the most dangerous threat to my operation in thirty years." He paused. "You can call me X. It is not my real name, but names are unimportant. What matters is this—everything happening to you right now? The attacks, the revelations, the armies gathering against you? I orchestrated all of it. Every piece. Every player. Catherine thought she was leading her own revenge. Jam

Something she didn't fully understand. Something dangerous. She turned abruptly, needing air, needing space before whatever that feeling was settled too deep. She didn't notice the eyes on her as she left. But they were there. Watching. Waiting. Up above, McLauren smiled slowly, rolling his cigar between his fingers. "Oh, Kane..." he murmured. "This just got interesting." He turned slightly, already reaching for the next move. "Take some cash," he said, gesturing lazily. "Drop it in her booth tomorrow."

“That unfilial son, is he really here?” The old lady took a deep breath. Her face which was full of wrinkles gave a meaningful look. “Grandma York, he’s here. Moreover, the number one God of War, Ethan Hunt is also with him at his side. He even addresses him as the Chief Instructor!” Queenie said nonchalantly as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her. “Heh, he was just lucky that he didn’t die when he was enlisted to the Eurasian battlefield. Did he really think that he’s somebody just because he’s being addressed as the Chief Instructor?

All of them armed and looking outside, distracted by the Shark Units. I'm not going to get out of here alive, there are too many of them and only one of me. Among them I find the mastermind behind this plan: Xander Norton. The man I’ve been chasing for years, the Eel responsible for Grace’s death. I grab my rifle, the temptation to kill him is too grand. I feel drops of sweat on my forehead. My body is begging me to do it, but I control myself. I might be able to kill Xander but that will condemn the rest of us to die in the explosion. I have to keep my head cool. The Xander is speaking into a portable radio. I pay attention to what he says.