Master Kai Novels & Stories

At the place that feels like a memory he never made. Then, finally, he takes a deep breath. “…Okay.” Lucy clears her throat, trying to ease the tension. “I’m sure there’s some sort of… um… explanation.” “Yes, dear,” Kai says softly, his voice trembling. His eyes glisten as past memories flood back; the choices they made, the secrets they buried, the son they lost… and found. “Many years ago,” Kai begins, voice low and trembling, “When I was a young man at the Power Mastering College… I met Valarine.”

Yuki is an adoptive child as well. "Are you not going to leave?!" I rolled up my sleeves for an extra move. But I know it's useless and makes Kai only entertain. Tss. “Miss Dahlia, I am Cedrick Ma. Master Kai executive secretary. What I have said a while ago, I think I need to repeat. You have no choice but to leave the premises." the man said. @DeathWish All Right Reserved 2021 Sena Mangampo

I dismissed him. “No, Alpha.” He stepped backwards and I just paused in my tracks. Kai never countered my commands but now that he did, I must listen. His jaw clenched, eyebrows twitched as he started, “Alpha, about the Master…”

If her mother isn't by her side, she immediately turns into an arrogant little devil. "Once again, please forgive me, Young Master," said the maid kneeling in front of him. "I will bring you a new dish, Young Master," he continued in a voice trembling with fear. It's not that the little boy has superpowers to make him afraid, but the father of the child is the ruler of this country, it's clear that the servant is afraid because he has annoyed his child.

"Master Kai!" Kai did not need to turn around to know that the voice belonged to Drab, the leader of the pack's warriors. Dallan had forbidden anyone from calling his brother without adding the prefix 'master.' That way, Dallan made sure Kai also got awarded a reasonable level of respect. Kai didn't care about all that. "What is it, Drab?" "Did you or Alpha Dallan order for the Mer to work in the kitchen or anywhere else in the pack?"

"A kind shopkeeper just informed me that you're in need of a set of knives" Kalista frowned up at Jade. What did he need knives for? "Indeed," Jade agreed, his eyes trained on the man. "Who are you?" "My name is K, but everyone calls me Kai," the man said and he smiled cheerfully. "I am a swordsmith, maker of the peculiar daggers" ... Daily updates will begin now. Please vote for the story as you read as an encouragement. Lots of love.

The setup was too well-thought-out. They seemed to enjoy the feeling of being restrained. They pulled hard, causing my hands to feel sore from the effort. Once they finished eating, the moment I had been waiting for finally arrived. And today, I was ready... "Master, it's time to begin training. Please take off their masks." "Okay." Hearing her request made me tremble with excitement. Since she had asked, I immediately complied. Curious to see what they looked like, I couldn't wait to uncover their identities.

That was all the warning I got. The studio was dim, heated to 95 degrees, mirrors on every wall, the air thick with eucalyptus and sweat. I unrolled my mat in the back row like a coward. Then he walked in. Kai was sex incarnate in human form. Thirty-one, 6’2”, with the kind of sculpted, sun-kissed body that looked airbrushed. Broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, every muscle defined but functional—long, corded arms, powerful thighs that flexed under thin black compression shorts, and a chest dusted with dark hair that trailed down into a sharp V disappearing beneath the waistband. His tank top clung to him like a second skin, already damp. When he turned to face the class, his hazel e

I shake my head, but anxious of the lie that would be exposed soon. “And I can't keep my mask, right?” I want to ask but halt. This has been who I've been longing for, why keep it? I slide it off in a second, staring at him and it's his time staggering back, with a frown and a dropped jaw. “Kai? What's your…..” “Shhhh!” I place my index finger over my lip. “Not a word or complain. I'm the master here. Your master.” I whisper but in a deep tone, walking towards him while he keeps striding back.

Tonight, I'm cutting it myself. ... A shaken bottle of champagne exploded overhead as everyone in the private room erupted into a frenzy. They were celebrating the Corinni family's youngest, most untamable wolf finally slipping his girlfriend's leash. One moment I was the revered future Donna of the family, the next I was a ghost in the corner, unnoticed. Dante was rebellious by nature. He usually scoffed at this kind of crass celebration, and his men practically had to beg him to make an appearance. That was precisely what made this annual "Month of No Masters" all the more thrilling.