Master Guide Novels & Stories

"That, my dear, is none of your concern. The point is I shall not drink from you, and I shall serve this sentence as I should." "They say that love is blind, but in your case, I say it is rather foolish." "Genevieve, do I need to remind you who your Master is? It would do you well to remember where your place is." "I do apologize, Master; if there is nothing that you require from me, then I shall leave now." "No. I do not require anything from you." ...Anastasia POV...

Master said, sitting on the ground…water… I don’t know how I should explain it. Then he closed his eyes and got engrossed in his meditation…

Five years later, Aurora Tech's valuation surpassed one hundred billion dollars, cementing its position as a global leader in AI. I was named Forbes "Tech Personality of the Year," the cover headline declaring: [The Code King: From Outsourced Programmer to Tech Giant.] My company had moved into a landmark skyscraper in the city center. My office occupied the top floor, offering a panoramic view of the entire skyline. One day, my assistant informed me of an unusual visitor. "Mr. Bart, Peter Mahone—the former VP from your old company—says he has urgent business with you."

“Moza, please clean my room. I will be writing on the terrace. Ensure the chairs, table, and windows are spotless. Do not leave a single speck of dust behind." “Yes, Grandmaster,” Moza replied as she hurried out of the kitchen. She passed Master Markus’s wheelchair with a heart full of turmoil. Once Moza had gone, Master Markus looked at Madam Lintang with a profound, piercing gaze. "Lintang, you have served me for decades. You know the rules of this family—some things are better left as secrets." Madam Lintang bowed her head deeply, her face etched with regret. "Forgive me, Grandmaster. I will not speak carelessly with Moza again, especially regarding the Young Masters."

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---

Master said. "I don't know, Master. Perhaps. However, it seems to me most of our problems in so called communication exist because you don't believe I'm irrevocably yours. If you believe that, I'm not sure we have a communication problem. I will never, ever, from this moment until the day I die, belong to anyone other than you. You are my true and natural Master, my husband, the father of my child, my lover, and the only person I desire to spend my nights in bed with other than those you choose to give me to. That will never change; it's as indelible as if engraved in stone. If you truly believe it, nothing else matters. If I spend a few extra minutes with someone you give me to; or I cum wh

“Now… we prepare. The next wave will not be a mere taste. No. This time, they will know despair. They will see the futility of resistance. Every trap, every illusion, every shadow—they will feel it all. And I will watch.” The Master’s eyes swept across the trembling subordinates. “They thrive because of bonds, because of love. Connections that shield them, that make them stronger than any shadow I can conjure.” He paused, voice curling like smoke, almost savoring the words. “But all bonds have cracks, do they not? Weak points… moments where the heart falters. That… that is where I will strike.” A smaller subordinate shivered. “Strike at… the bonds, sir?”

Master's weave healed her soul. She wanted nothing to invade the peace in their small world, but one afternoon, deep in subspace, Master asked her about Zachery. She knew he was one of Master's most talented models and also that Master apprenticed him in Shibari. She'd had dreams of him and was worried Master would know she lusted after another man. She'd seen Master's exhibits of Zachery bound in rope, which didn't help the dreams. Her thoughts of destroying the only happiness she'd found in years caused her to panic when Master told her he was going away and leaving her in Zachery's care. It was the first time she rebelled. Master's disappointment left her feeling insecure and brought up o

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.

“Please save Chase, Grandpa.” “You overestimate me, Ann. Master Farley is a peak meridian-opening master, which is also known as a midway true master!”