Master Of All Trades Novels & Stories

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.

Besides, Jay was a wise man who would map out his strategies first, so it stood to reason that he would not make this suggestion for no reason. “Okay, come with me." Grand Old Master Yorks led Jay to Mount Pearl’s peak. As they hiked up the mountain, he told Jay about this master’s strange habits so that Jay would not feel awkward in case he was given the cold shoulder later. "Listen, JJ, Zechariah’s master is Zack Taylor. He’s a person with a very peculiar personality. He’s obsessed with martial arts and will either practice martial arts or meditate all day, refusing to see anyone—not even me. However, that old man did not practice his martial arts for no reason. His martial arts skills hav

Of course, the Saber Master would not let go of any chance to belittle and mock the old foe. This time, the Sword Master did not counterattack violently, but said with a sigh, "In the swordsmanship field, the essence is extremely profound. In this world, there are thousands of swordsmanship and combat skills, but no one can really master them all. Although I call myself the Sword Master, I dare not say that I have mastered all swordsmanship. The person who left the drawings on the wall is a ghost genius. Such a person who has been loyal to the sword in his hand all his life deserves my praise!"

“No need to attack. You’re free to go—for now.” I froze. “What?” I asked, stunned. “Why the sudden change in attitude?” Barns ignored my question and instead asked sharply, “Who is your Master, boy? And where does he live?” I hesitated. After a moment, I answered honestly, “I don’t have a Master.” The words hit him like lightning. Barns’ face turned pale. “Impossible,” he whispered. “How did you reach this level without a Master?” “I just trained,” I said carefully. “And it happened. I don’t know.”

Master says for me, "I'll take him home and call you tomorrow." "Goodnight both of you," he says and Master walks me to his car. It's dark now and I look up at the stars before we get in the car. "I'm so proud of you," Master says. "Thank you, I love you," I say and he smiles. I'm literally rich now. I have an amazing Master. I paint as my full time job. I have amazing friends. My life is the best.

You know everything but can't differentiate the real me". He smirked, shaking his head in amusement. He found it funny but I didn't. Shifters were a dangerous species to befriend and he was one of them. But at the same time, he was exactly what I needed. "I'm not all-knowing. I'm still a mortal". I answered, sipping from my drink which the bartender had dropped in front of me at that moment. "One with the abilities of a mortal such as you shouldn't possess the amount of power you do but yet you have them". It was my turn to smirk. "If you play your cards well, you could almost be as powerful as my kind".

Master applies the healing cream to the cuts and bruises that are still taking too long to heal and then takes me to bed, holding me tight until I relax and drift off to sleep. We do this for the next few evenings. I wake up shivering in the Master's arms, reliving in my dreams not only the Master's attack but Morgan's and Norman's as well. It, however, doesn’t take the Master long to remove the memory of them and replace it with pleasure, which is getting more intense and harder to deny each time he touches me.

The Master couldn’t help but find the fascination Dominic had shown to be precious as it was similar to what a child would show when they found a unique situation in front of them. “The city is made with my magic. It’s a protection magic which allows me to identify every single person who stepped into my city,” the Master said, turning down the portrait he had on his hand towards the table and then walking back to his seat. He then offered Dominic the empty couch in front of him.

He spoke. "No, you didn't do anything wrong! Just go to the kitchen and cook our breakfast!" Dianna ordered her master instead of doing her job. At some point, she forgot her position. Whenever she was by his side, Dianna felt like a Disney princess. A princess who didn't have to cook, do the household chores, and take good care of other things. However, it didn't sound good to Klaud. He misunderstood Dianna's actions until he jumped off the bed and wore black sports shorts.

Jasmine’s head fell into a gentle nod, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. Jerald moved closer, knuckles trailing against her cheek with a feather-light touch. “You… you really be asking for too much… young one. But guess what? Master is willing to give you all that you want.” He leaned in, words brushing against her lips. “I need you to get up… and strip yourself of every obstacle.”