Master Of All 소설 & 이야기

Natomi answered. “What is with the master? Why calling him master?” Luis asked. Natomi laughed. “Everyone is calling him master here because he has the most influential power here in Tokyo.” “So, we should call him also master?” Luis asked again. “It is all up to you but only his enemy are not calling him master. You will be consider as an enemy if you wouldn't dare,” Natomi said. “If this Master Yorkshire is a mafia, he must have lots of illegal business here in Tokyo. Why you sounds like you are on his side?” I asked.

One moment, he is enjoying a good fuck from an Alpha, and the next moment—here he is, trying his best not to skin himself alive. There are voices inside his head that are way louder than his own voice. Those voices keep on reminding him that he is an Omega—just an Omega. The lowest of the lowest. The ‘thing’ who’s only goal in life is to be played by those fucking Alphas. A nothing. A sudden crawl of goosebumps invaded his whole body. He can literally feel how hard his heart is hammering inside his chest. He called Cross ‘master’. Master. He looks at his reflection once again and laughs hysterically.

He kept the telescope away, and he indifferently said, “God of War, Power of Almighty. If we let go now, we will only lose a tool like Anthony. But if we don’t let it go, I’m afraid that we’ll all be destroyed.” Weiss was shocked. Since he followed his master, he had never heard such timid words from him. In fact, his master had been killing people. On the west coast, he was even so incredible that he could kill anyone. So, he was known as “Master Centipede.” A powerful man like this would also feel frightened. It could be seen how scary the enemy they were facing now. Weiss curiously asked, “Master, isn’t our enemy Madame Quinn? Is this guy so scary?”

"Master... Please... Master... Stop..." I struggle to try to get my feet to grip the bed. The Master has never scared me like this before, even with his punishments and some of his punishments are scary but never he himself. The Master quickly leans forward, pushing my hands off of his chest and out of the way so he can grab my hips once more, pulling them more into him. I whimper again and start to sob, "Please, Master... No Stop... MASTER!... PLEASE STOP!..."

Cullen whispered. My heart was jumping, breath coming fast. I was both aroused and afraid. Afraid of falling harder. I feel so hot right now. Literally. I could feel the heat between my legs. “You are super hot as well, my master.” I responded it because he likes it whenever I call him my master.

Gulp, I swear this man has a personality disorder. "Understand?" "Yes....master."

Maestro: Of all the things I thought I would come home too. Finding out I will be a father was not even on the list. I can't say this is bad for me though. I can't wait to be a father and see Robyn as a mother. If we have a daughter I will be terrified because with my luck she will have her mothers attitude.

Sighing, Dunley said, "You've probably never heard of this before, but in the martial arts world of Daneast, the four most prominent figures are known as One God and Three Grandmasters. "The god, of course, refers to Bryndor Morne, the War God of Daneast. As for the three grandmasters, the first is Seward Joslin, the High Priest of Radiant Hall. The second is Greta Cavanaugh, the former leader of the Lunaria Order and Isolde's mentor. "And the third is the man before you right now, the diviner, Calix Amato. If I were at my peak and uninjured, I wouldn't need to fear him, but now…"

The Master’s appearance is the first thing people will judge, and he doesn’t like being seen as anything less than perfect—especially if someone dares to call him ‘impaired. "One thing you must always remember before you start your work is that you’re serving a powerful man who despises being underestimated. Be very careful. Because even one mistake—just one—and you know the consequences you and your family could face." Pierre’s sharp gaze made Alethea swallow hard, her nervousness almost palpable.

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---