Master Frown Novels & Stories

It wasn't intentional either, it just couldn't contain its surprise. "Okay let's go." "Hey! Who let you pat my head!!!!" "Why is the young master too short?" "I'll get taller then I'll crush you." Kito laughed and quickly chased after him, his young master is really cute. Every time he gets angry, he will puff his cheeks and pucker his lips in displeasure. Oh! I want to trample that face so badly. "Looking at your face right now, I want to punch you." "I'm sorry."

He says and a frown forms on my face. "What is big about a master 's degree?" "Well, first girls your age and in your class don't bother about stuff like that, cause their fathers have everything for them," He says and I lean back. "But, I still found you annoying a bit. Well not like you have stopped being an annoyance I have just learnt how to live with it," He smiles and I hit him with my wet hands. "See? You proved it again," He says.

"That woman is so insolent, Don Ariani! She had the nerve to use your first name just a second ago, so I was just about to tear her apart for you, Don Ariani!" "E-Edoardo…" I forced the name out through the pain, my voice a raspy whisper. I raised my head, meeting his gaze despite the blood trailing down my face. I looked at the man the world feared and gave a faint, chilling laugh. "Is this how you greet your master after not seeing each other for seven years?"

"Just bare with Master Eugene, in the meantime. He is quite grumpy at times, but he is not always like that. He is really a nice man, believe me." Jorah said in his master defense while he tried his best to move the burnt casserole over the gas range towards the empty countertop. The casserole was almost as big as the size of the cat's body itself so the other party was having a hard time carrying it. Seeing this, Abby came to his rescue.

"You are aware and understand that I ordered you to do that, but when something goes wrong with your job, you report it to me instead." The master stepped closer to his confidant, then calmly clutched his neck. However, as quickly as the grip tightened, as quickly as it loosened. The master sneered with a low "tch" sound. He released his grip on the confidant roughly and then, in one swift motion, his fingers clawed at the confidant's cheek. The confidant took a sharp breath in surprise, but he remained silent. The four scratches on his cheek immediately gushed out blood and it ran down his neck.

Her tears fell faster, and though she didn’t make a sound, her shoulders quivered with every suppressed sob. Gray’s gaze darted to Clark, hoping for support, but Clark avoided his eyes, his own panic keeping him frozen in place. Master’s face twisted into a grimace of utter disdain. His cold, calculating eyes scanned their expressions—Gray’s terror, Clark’s feigned ignorance, and Matt’s poorly disguised guilt. The realization that none of them had answers only stoked the flames of his anger further.

Breath still held. Eyes on the door. "Turn around. face me, I want to look into your eyes." Damon did as was told, turned, and faced his Master. At twenty-four, a strong warrior and a fighter. Damon is always nothing but jelly in the presence, voice, or arms of his Master. His eyes were misty, he needed air but he refused to breathe. Maybe it's today he finally dies, why bother the men who would behead him, when he could just take his own life. Damon felt tears burn at the back of his eyes, but he refused to let them free.

Mason's pov Wednesday 29th September 2021 *************************************** I finally finished the portrait of Master! It's of him in the armchair with a flogger over his shoulder, his dominance radiating through even in paint. He didn't want his face on it so I blurred it out with skin coloured paint. I really hope he likes it, it took me so long to finish.

Quickly he added with a chuckle, "Don’t worry, she’s not." For the first time, Mikail looked at the man he was talking to. He realized that Revenge was a short man, almost dwarfed by the captain himself. His eyes were brown and his hair (at least right now) was no longer jet black, but had a little silver in it. "Your help has been most appreciated," he said. Revenge only looked at him for a few minutes. He seemed to be sizing the captain up yet again. "For a man so observant, you do not see much."

…heart… bleeding… ○|￣|_ Young master... Can I... get a hug too? 〒▽〒