Master Novels & Stories

Leon said with an eerie smile. I gulped down the cold glass of water, reached into my pocket and took out my platinum grey card. I have about three hours left. “ After this, we proceed to phase three.” I declared.

*Please let me find something. Then, my fingers hit a small, hidden latch at the very back of the bottom drawer. I pressed it. With a soft click, a false bottom popped up, revealing a small, shallow velvet tray underneath. Inside the tray was a thick, black leather logbook. The gold letters on the front read: *VOSS ESTATE SECURITY LOGS — HIGH ACCESS.*

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.

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My name is Lila. I’m twenty-four. Marcus works the night gate. Thirty-eight. He has raised the barrier for me for months and never let it become more than a nod. Tonight I was the last one out. The ramp was empty. The lights on the upper levels were already off. He should have waved me through and locked the gate behind me. “Gate closes in five,” he said from the booth window. His voice was low. “Go. I’ll lock.”

The one and only enemy had already crossed the limit and touched something which is vicious for him . " Oops ,I think we had lost Madam's site. master will kill us . Master had enhanced a strict security system for madam .Let's track quick " ,Aric almost turned mental. The scary face of his master glued at his thoughts. Suddenly,like ice melting on fire their mobile started to ring. Aric and Aalo's eyes popped wide. it's an call from their icy cold Master .

She could’ve made it to the door unnoticed if they were humans, Kimberly thought to herself feeling slightly annoyed. “Sweetie, I know you must be hungry. I made…” “I need some fresh air.” Kimberly said, cutting her off. This made Christine really sad, Kimberly could see it. She was a bit touched and had wanted to immediately apologize, but she had to keep up her act. “O-okay. Go ahead.” Christine quietly said and turned around, returning back to the kitchen. # “Hello?” Alan answered his phone after two rings. “Hello, beta Alan. This is beta Donald from the white moon pack.”

Frederick suck noisily on the straw of the milkshake drink we got. With a loud bang on the table, which attract the attention of other customers to our table. Wilson tries to stop the noise Frederick is making with the straw, Who turned blind eyes to irritation on Wilson face and deaf ears to the loud bang on the table. Reaching his hand to the cup with Frederick, Wilson took it and smashed the remaining milkshake on the floor. Gasps from other tables filled the cafe, I try not to growl at them as their constant stares start to get me agitated. A waiter comes quickly to clean up the mess made by Wilson while another came with another milkshake to give to Frederick.

He took his phone and saw the phone number of his financial advisor. Monica closed his eyes and a memory of a tall middle-aged man appeared in his mind. He knew that this person was being employed by the system and his loyalty was without a doubt, but then, he didn't think that it was necessary to call him now since he was still very busy at that moment. It wouldn't be too late to call him until he had settled down everything, especially since there were still a lot of rewards that he hadn't accepted until now. <"Cooking Mastery", "Enhanced Vision", "Thunder Breathing", "Language Mastery", "Bajiquan Mast

I had to think quickly. "Uh...The name's Master. M-A-S-T-E-R." What the hell, let's see what happens, I thought. The clerk typed the name in, handed me a cup and my receipt, put a copy of the receipt in the line of receipts on the counter, and looked over my shoulder, saying "May I help the next person in line?"