Master Chief X Cortana Novels & Stories

“Why? Open your eyes, Cory.” With great difficulty, he did. The gray eyes stared into his, then traveled down to his groin. When their eyes connected again, the master was smiling. “So, no amount of beating at the Institution was enough to drive sensuality out of you ... Is this what you are trying to hide?” Cory nodded, lost for words. “Good,” the man said shortly. “Let’s set some ground rules, Cory. My name is Xavier, and I am your master. My first request is that you forget about what you were taught about having to hide your arousal.”

I detached myself from my mother and turned around as I contemplated his words. 'You do? Please, tell me where she is. I will give you anything in return for her current location, Xan.' 'Calm down, lover boy. I just want to unite you with your lady love at the moment. We will talk about business later on.' He softly chuckled. 'Now before you lose your shit because of my playful delay, let me tell you, I actually hacked into the CCTV cameras in and around the mansion alongside tapping everyone's phones and the landlines.'

“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

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.

the count revived a little after the blow he received with his blood or cold. "Sir, count, the instinct is a good one, in Rome the missive also says you overcame the sword of a great gladiator, Carlos Ferroni, thus the greatest talent of the country, I'm glad that you are more skilled in such gallantry, apparently thus you have left the world of Rome speechless, no matter how well you know how to fight, there would be nothing Achilles of Homer's Iliads besides your melodies, much more deadly than Venetian make-up!"

Maya craned her neck to search for his assistant who was on an internship program and a fumbling clumsy mess. Maya didn't know if it was just Xavier's bad influence, but it seems weird that he spoke to her so softly, despite her reoccurring errors, and knew all the workers by their first name. Despite how persistent Xavier had seemed to keep her as his assistant, then she knew she would have been sent out of his life and space if she did half the mistake Maria did.

finishing what I had to say I can tell the wheels in his head was turning as if he started thinking the same thing “ what?” I sighed “ nothing I just think you are right to be concerned however we can ask him more questions if you like and we can force him to pledge his loyalty to us as well which would make it impossible for him to lie to us” shrugging as he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. “ Here's your coffee Madam Charlotte.” The Cook announced as she walked into the room “ please because it is hot, and here’s some donuts I picked up this morning” placing a plate down on the coffee table with a few donuts.

Rooni gasped, almost running away. "Bloody spirits, MasterChief! Would you quit sneaking up on us?" Rooni complained. "And when would you quit getting startled at the slightest excitement?" MasterChief responded. "I wasn't startled. I was just, excited," Rooni shrugged. The MasterChief chuckled as he sat down with the bunch. "I'm not sure I got you correctly. But I think I heard you say that the man is no ordinary man. How?" Vira asked. "Not many know this but..." MasterChief looked around and then in a lowered voice he continued," That man is Commander Benek. The late King's War Chief."