Master Frown Novels & Stories

David Duskbane POV "My camera tracked the final scroll sequence, and the Warlord executed the metric flawlessly," the director shouts with a huge grin, clapping his furry paws together as the lights dim. "When the lenses zoomed straight onto his face, Master David looked down into Franklin's silver eyes like he was staring at the most precious mate in the entire wolf realm! It felt unbelievably real!"

There was a deep frown on his face. The safe word, Arya decided to say nothing. She didn’t believe in that safe word, she didn’t believe in any promises anymore. Her thoughts must have been written all over her face because Master’s expression turned grim. “You don’t believe in me, you don’t trust my words. I never wanted to cause you any harm.” He was vext and disappointed. “Really? Good that my back can’t speak.” For some reason Arya didn’t feel like holding back anymore.

Preston shot Tara some looks, but she was too busy crying to notice his hints. "Preston Whitmore, what do you plan to do with your wife after she beat me up today?" Steeling himself, he grabbed Tara by the hair and lifted her up from the floor. He mercilessly slapped her while scolding her. "You should not have offended Jeanine, you stupid woman! This will teach you a lesson!" Tara's cheeks became swollen. Confused and terrified at Preston, who had never been this angry before, she cried and pleaded for mercy. However, Preston did not go easy on her. He stole glances at me while I enjoyed their little fight. I finally called for a stop when Tara's face was swollen beyond recognition.

"Hahaha! We expect nothing less from you, old man!" "Oof!" Frank gasped again and shot a vicious glare at Scarface, as Scarface clapped him on the shoulder again. Still, Scarface quickly realized it and threw his hands up in apology. "I-I'm sorry! I'm just very thrilled, hahaha…" Be that as it may, Frank was frowning as he noticed the troubled look on Madfist's face. It looked like Madfist was not telling him certain details. For his part, Madfist was a seasoned veteran who saw Frank's concern right away in turn.

He twirled the really thick whip in his hands and I tightly closed my eyes as the whip was about to land on my skin, but then, after a few seconds, nothing happened and I didn't feel any pain on my skin. I opened my eyes to see a hand holding the whip. I raised my head up to look at the tall figure holding the whip, but I wasn't able to see his face because it was covered with a hoodie and a bandana around his nose. "Who the hell do you think you are?" The master was getting annoyed as his eyes immediately changed colour. One could tell he was down for a fight.

A square jaw, thick eyebrows, and an almost brutish presence made him look more like a walking fortress than a man. His fist had completely enveloped the master’s. The master stumbled back slightly, his face twisted in anger. "Step back! I don’t want to fight you!" Brutus exhaled through his nose, unimpressed. "You don’t have the balls." The master’s face contorted in rage. "That girl injured my disciple so badly he lost consciousness! She could’ve held back!" Brutus stepped forward, his heavy footfall shaking the ground. "You’re going against the rules. If you were so worried about your disciple, maybe you should’ve trained him better."

I teased him. "Do you have answers ready for me as well?" Master Brent fits the mould of the prototypical warlock. His long gray beard, starting at his chin and tapering to a small point, is often rolled between his fingers when he grapples with challenging cases. His hair, an intermingling of gray and black strands, is pulled back into a ponytail that cascades down his back. Adding to this distinctive appearance are the all-grey eyebrows, which contrast with an unexpected black mustache.

He left from there instantly as if running from himself. "I think your uncle has gone mad," Old Master Mo whispered to Ray. He was happy that he got Ray all to himself. Ray even gave back a smile as if agreeing to his words. That's right, Ray has started smiling a lot past few days, and it was the smile that melted everyone's heart. Seeing her smile, Old Master Mo hurriedly took out his cellphone and clicked pictures of her smiling face. He then gloatingly sent them to Elder Hi's W******p to make him jealous. He chuckled when he received the angry emojis from Elder Ji.

A sharp pain shot around my face. "I won't codone that kind of behavior from you. You should address me properly as your master, am I clear?" He growled, his red eyes leering into mine. He looked at me in the most loothesome way as though I've done a terrible thing to him. But...What? Master? Masters are men who buys people and has them working for him, as servants or slaves. but he never bought me so he don't owe me right?

His skin was pale and sweaty and the dark circles under his eyes weren't hidden at all His hair was messy and his eyes looked haunted as he looked at himself in the mirror, he could see the bags underneath his eyes and his stubble. What made him most happy is the fact that Don Epifanio is down even though it nearly cost him his life.