Master Collection Volume 2 Novels & Stories

It’s almost too much to handle, and I can feel my body tensing, ready to explode. Finally, Master pulls back, stepping back to admire his handiwork. I’m panting heavily, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. He studies me for a moment, his expression unreadable. “Are you ready to beg for release, Pet?” he asks, his voice low and threatening. I hesitate for a moment, remembering the rule. But then, I feel it building inside me, an uncontrollable need to be set free. “Please, Master,” I manage to whisper, my voice shaking with desire. “Please let me come.”

"Whatever it is. Ruby, I can't stay in this cage anymore. I can feel them... laughing inside myhead." "The serum uses a 'Master-Slave' protocol," Vovosexplained, ignoring Nevan’s outburst. "The Ascendancy isthe Master; the Subject is the Slave. To break the link, wemust overwrite the Master. We must give the Subject a new anchor. One that is stronger than their satellite array."

Master was a perfectionist in everything he did even down to the mode of torture he uses when somebody annoy him too much to warrant a slow death. Every recruit of the resistance watched Master's means of torture as an indoctrination ceremony so that they will know that will happen to them if they decide to betray the resistance. The kidnapper had watched someone who displeased the Master got dragged into the compound half-dead by the guard which was always with the Master's best friend who was a female.

At the same night, master was sleeping in his room. Chenguang and Zhang Wei silently entered the room. They started to find the book. "What are you two finding dear?" Suddenly, Master Qiang wake up. Chenguang and Zhang Wei scared to see their master. "Oh no! I told you Zhang Wei." Chenguang said with fear. But Zhang Wei didn't listen to him. Suddenly he saw a book next to the master. He attacked his master with a knife and took the book from there.

Master threw me on the bed, and I bounced on it, almost falling to the ground at the force he threw me with. “Mas — Master?” I glanced up at him. His face was cloudy, and his eyes blood-red. He looked like he was ready to kill someone. And that caused my heart to skip a beat as I tried to think of what might have angered master. Could it be—? Shit! I'm in deep trouble. “Was she that good that you had to moan like a slut?”

"And welcome, Ivy. The 'mercurial' stage is complete. The audience is eager to see the final transfusion." Dante didn't draw a weapon. He didn't growl. He simply stepped closer to Ivy, his arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her so flush against him that they moved as one entity. "Who are you?" Ivy asked, her voice steady despite the horror. The man reached up and removed the mask. Beneath it was not a face, but a smooth, reflective surface—the same mercury-mirror they had seen on the child in Prague. "I am the Master you were supposed to become," the figure said, the voice now shifting to match Ivy’s own. "And I am the Vessel you were supposed to fill. We are the 'Perfect Resonance.' And

Eliana POV After the auction, I'd been guided toward a black SUV with tinted windows and told to wait until my master joined me. Master! Someone fucking owned me now! It felt like forever before the door opened again and the guy who had bought me - my mate, my master - joined me, his face blank. He looked me up and down as the car began to move away from the haunted looking house before he nodded and looked away. I felt dirty, worthless, violated.

"Forgive me, Grandmaster. I will not speak carelessly with Moza again, especially regarding the Young Masters." “Now, you may continue your work,” Master Markus said, turning his wheelchair around. In the other wing, Moza entered Master Markus’s room carrying a set of cleaning supplies. The room looked like a private museum. There were wooden shelves filled with books, glass cabinets housing a collection of art, and a wedding photo of a young Master Markus with a beautiful woman who radiated a soft aura. That must have been Angela, his late wife. As she wiped the fine dust from the table, Moza’s mind drifted back to Master Markus’s behavior.

The smile didn’t mock me. It promised--- more! “Is there anything you need, Master?” I blinked, confused… “M-Master?!” I echoed, the question jarring in my mind. Master?! What the hell did he mean by that? This was the second time he’d said that, but I was no closer to understanding what it meant. What the pact between us meant… And for some reason, I couldn’t find the words to ask about it… “What--- what do you---?” I began asking, but before I could, he stood, unfolding to his full, towering height before me. With a simple swipe of his hand, the hood fell away, revealing his thick black hair---

My stomach churned as we exchanged a tense look, both of us clearly dreading the same thing. “Fine. Let’s get it over with.” We pushed the doors open together. The Master was seated on a high-backed chair, his silhouette framed by the flickering firelight. He held a glass of wine, swirling the red liquid lazily, calmly. It was a kind of calm that made my blood run cold. “Ah, there you are,” the Master drawled, his voice deceptively smooth. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t show.” My pulse spiked as Wanni and I stepped inside, the doors slamming shut behind us with a finality that felt suffocating.