Master In Time Novels & Stories

“M-master… what… what will you do now?” The Master’s gaze landed on the trembling figure, his smile sharp, cruel, and dripping with theatricality. “Now?” he said, voice low, deliberate, curling like smoke. “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.”

“Okay, that’s enough of that. Phil, whatever issues you have with Yuqi, I don’t want it getting in the way. I take it you still want to get out of this place. Or has that changed too?” Phil nodded. “Nope, that’s my main goal.” “Then you have to work with me. The ability to stop time, that affects the Masters, right?” Phil continued nodding. “So we can go to where the Masters live and check it out, right? Do a bit of recon?” Phil’s nodding continued, although not quite so enthusiastically. “I... guess so.” “Okay, great. I think you can restart time now.” Phil snapped his fingers and Varg started looking around, his head jerking about suspiciously. He could tell something had just happened but

Giving her right cheek a solid pinch, he stood, letting her slide to the floor in a puddle of desire. "You have five minutes to meet me downstairs in running shoes, 'my' shorts, bra, and any t-shirt you want. Don't be late." He walked from the room and she couldn't help admiring his tight, naked ass. *** With every pounding step, she more fully accepted the fact that Master was gone for an extended period of time. He'd left before, but not since Sir's return to their lives. Master had quit his government work, or told them he had. But now, they both knew he had placed himself in danger again. She wasn't sure exactly what Master did, but his last trip had ended with a deep twelve-inch wound t

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?

The master is such a meanie and then I suddenly remembered the masters smile,maybe he's not that bad, my body hurts but it made me smile. I want to see him smile again. The master really has a lot of work to do I thought he doesn't do anything more than ordering people around but he does paper work all day. That's very impressive of him.

Of course he did, I lowered my eyes to my lap so they wouldn’t see the hatred flicker briefly across my face, hatred itself was dangerous, the Mothers said bitterness poisoned a woman’s spirit, but lately I felt poisoned already. Two months ago, the Master summoned me to his private study after evening prayer. I still remembered every detail, the smell of incense, the heavy silence, the guards outside the door and him, Gabriel Vane. The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers among the older women claimed he was already in his sixties, his

Clara managed to scream over the loud bang of beats. “What did you say?” Mira screamed in return. Clara sighed, “If you turned the music down, maybe you will get to hear me.” She yelled in return. “Oh, sorry.” Mira giggled as she lowered the volume of her speaker. “I asked what your major is.” “Oh. I major in Business Administration. I mean, what could you expect from a family of Smiths. They always find a way to drill the business into your existence.” “So you don’t want to study that?”

A man like that should be aware of the assets at his disposal. That conversation had sent a shiver down my spine. But it was just a fantasy. A game. Until tonight. Tonight, the game became real. After three months of this, of building this intense, intimate, purely digital relationship, Master had given the final command. ‘We’re going to meet.’ My heart had almost pounded out of my chest. ‘I want you to get a room at The Grand Meridian. Suite 901. 8 PM. Don’t be late.’ ‘Yes, Master,’ I’d replied, my hands shaking so badly I could barely type.

Monica She was tiding up the kitchen counter, her face lit up when her eyes landed on me. "Hi, oliva " Monica said eagerly. "Hi" I smiled. despite the situation, I missed her. "You are finally awake" she beamed," I was about to bring the food up to the room" "Thanks" "It's nothing, that's what I'm paid for. Master said you needed rest, so I wasn't allowed to see you." She said, pity clear on her

he asked, his grin feral. “No, Master,” I replied quickly. “No, I think you thought I wouldn’t call for you again. It’s been what...over a month now?” “Yes, Master,” I said. “Poor thing. You missed me, didn’t you?” He leaned forward slightly. I said nothing and the whip lashed across my shoulder. I gasped, the pain sharp and immediate, tears springing to my eyes. “I told you to reply when I speak to you.” “Yes, Master,” I choked out.