Novel & Cerita Master Collection Volume 2

Obviously they think lowly of me, but they must think Onyx incapable of having a normal friendship. "That's a shame dear. Mistresses get many benefits,” the shopkeeper says, slowly folding the tissue paper. I clear my throat. I’ve never even considered being Onyx’s mistress. I doubt he will ever have one. He’s far too romantic and committed to his loved ones for that. "Oh yes they do." The creepy guy winks and I grimace. "Please take my money,” I insist, pushing it closer to her. She sighs wistfully, placing the money in the register before continuing with her painfully slow wrap of the tissue paper.

I tried to savor the bond between The Beta and Alpha but it wasn't possible so Mason can sometimes control me and make me do things I don’t want to. She looks away, biting her lip. The storm in her wrestles with the remnants of doubt. Then she nods, hesitant but sure enough. “I’ll do it. I’ll help you.” Triumph roars through me. I lift her hand, press my lips to her skin, and taste victory. “That’s all I need. Together, we’ll tear down their broken order and build something new. No one will dare stand against us.” For a heartbeat, silence stretches between us. Her lips part, her breath quickens, and her storm-eyes soften. The air thickens with something fragile, dangerous, tempting.

"I like this rebellious side of you. I was starting to think you're dim-witted." "She won't kill you." He added when I remained unwaveringly quiet. "If you love her why are you doing this? Why do you white men do this? I don't understand. I'm disgusting, you constantly tell me that. I know, Mast—" He glared at me. I wouldn't dare say his name. I wouldn't. He will forever be Master William to me. "I know I'm disgusting but why do you keep doing this. I suppose it's some sort of fun sport for you all."

Their shock was palpable, their faces pale as the weight of Matilda’s revelation sank in. The Master’s expression darkened further, his fury barely contained. His masterpiece—the creation he had poured his genius into—was no longer what it was supposed to be. If she could express emotion, it meant she was no longer perfect. No longer untouchable. No longer his. That makes a failure then. The Master’s voice, when he spoke, was quiet but deadly. “Get Gray. Now.” Matt jumped into action, his composure faltering as he scrambled for the door.

The maid was gone. "Isn't she an exquisite piece?". He asked, eyes roving lustfully over the female human. Please don't be like him...what is he planning to do?. She pondered internally. She was scared. My eyes finally left him, straying to the girl. They landed on her naked body first. She was truly an exquisite piece. She had slender delicate curves. Rounded hips and ample breasts. Her skin was a natural tan. I couldn't control the wave of lust that overtook me.

Bella furiously ended the call. Bella was a wreck, sobbing uncontrollably, and I, ironically, was the one who had to comfort her. My phone screen lit up. A message from Dante. [Aurora, what's wrong? When the sun rises, our Month of No Masters will be over. I'm looking forward to it.] [I miss you.] [To be honest, the girls out there are all boring. Let's not play this game anymore, okay?] The moon was high in the sky; sunrise wasn't far off.

he had said to her without looking back". His eyes were still fixed outside the window with his pipe in his left hand and a cup in the other hand. Lydia felt chills on her skin as soon as she heard the master's voice and she immediately took off her robe and climbed onto the bed spreading her legs wide enough to accommodate him. Her soul was bubbling with happiness and desires, she closed her eyes and awaited the Master. Master Damien took one more sip from his drink and turned, dropping the cup on the table and facing the naked maiden laying on his bed. He got closer to her staring at her womanhood which was opened wide for him. He suddenly does not feel the urge to lay her, he was looking

"The board did not just lock the doors from the outside. They have inserted line-editors into the columns. They are removing variables by the root!" "Look at the cover " Elara whispered, her hands shaking as she lifted the black leather volume. The pristine leather she had carried out of the reset matrix was gone. Stamped into the center of the hide burning with a internal gold radiation was the new title: THE MASTER LEDGER: VOLUME TWO. The letters weren't static print; they shifted within their deep indentations, the serifs expanding and contracting like teeth. Beneath the title a fresh sub-heading was typesetting itself across the margin in a dark high-density blue font:

My Master disappears from the room, to return a minute or so later with his briefcase and a bowl of ice cubes. Grinning wickedly, he opens the case, pointedly turning it with the lid facing back to me, so that I cannot see the contents. However, I recognise the spreader bar he produces. Quickly he shackles my ankles into the bar, spreading my legs apart so that I hover with difficulty between standing and supporting my weight on the cuffs. I am now stretched upwards, legs spread and my Master can circle me.

I stopped, head bowed, my hair falling like a curtain around my face. “Look up,” Master ordered. And I did. My eyes met his. His eyes were dark with lust and control. “Good girl,” he said. “Now sit and spread your pussy wide for me.” I immediately shifted into position, spreading my thighs wide as I sat back on my heels. My spine was straight, hands clasped behind me, chest pushed forward. Between my legs, my pussy was soaked, glistening under the low light. Master’s gaze moved over me slowly, savoring every inch of my naked body, every bruise and mark he’d left over the years. My collar was locked in place with a tag dangling from the front engraved with a single word.