Master Of Deception Novels & Stories

Trembling, he mumbled, “T-This c-c-can only be done by a s-s-superior class master… An actual nonpareil!” He slapped himself on the cheek in fear and regret, whining, “Why the hell did I provoke him? Oh my God, I accused an actual master of plagiarizing my moves! Holy sh*t! I even tried to beat him up…” The students were just as flabbergasted. It was shocking, even world-shattering. One of them, whose eyes were blazing in fear, excitement, and adoration altogether, began to ask gingerly, “M-Master, was that guy really human, or um, an alien?”

he added. The next thing she knew, his lips were on hers. Sake Fortalejo was an expert kisser, and she was carried away. She just hoped he hadn’t noticed her earlier hesitation every time he kissed her. He was genuine. He truly loved Julia with all his heart. Suddenly, Jillian felt overwhelmed with guilt. She was deceiving him, all because she wanted revenge—she wanted Julia to lose the man she loved. She even hoped to make Julia look bad in Sake’s eyes.

Amos scratched the back of his head and lowered his head. “Is that how we’ll be addressing each other then?”, he asked in a soft voice. He knew he started it all and just having his fiance ride on his joke made him realize how cheesy he was in that video. “Pardon?” “Nothing, miss. You can come with me. My men already know that you’ll become their future mistress. I would be the only one without a companion since all of them caught some women a while ago”, he said the last sentence in a soft voice before looking away from Orianne.

“Look at her! Look at what failure earns you.” I kept my eyes fixed on the ground, my breath shallow, heart hammering in my chest. I felt the humiliation settle over me like a heavy blanket. “You are pathetic, both of you,” he continued, his voice now dangerously calm, which somehow frightened me more than his rage. “I have pulled every string, planted every seed to ensure my plan succeeds, and yet you two can’t even remove one girl from the equation.” The Master’s eyes glinted with malicious satisfaction as he looked down at Wanni, who lay battered and barely conscious on the stone table. Her shallow breaths were the only sign she was still alive.

Madison's POV I followed the handsome but cruel looking Master with fear written all over my face. Obviously, I was panicking because I don't know what awaits me in the same room with him. "What's with the long face? You're supposed to be happy that I chose you to be the one that will keep me company tonight" The mean looking Master Xavier snorted, and I gulped hard. "I'm happy Master" I faked a smile. Anyone would know that smile is fake, but I still have to do it.

A baritone voice echoed in the facilities, this time with a lot of politeness and humility. A learned and comparatively old man of all ages, with a full white mustache on his face, he nodded wisely,"Signora, la disonestà circola nelle nostre vene invece che nel sangue. Non è un grosso problema per noi ingannare il maestro Mcmaster. Ma non possiamo rivelarci in questo modo. Non ci lascerà vivi se osiamo doppiarlo per il tuo bene ( Madam, Dishonesty circulates in our veins instead of blood. It's not a big deal for us to deceive master Mcmaster. But we cannot reveal ourselves in this way. He won't leave us alive if we dare to double-cross him for the sake of you ),"

" The end of DECEPTION... Find out what happens next in ENTRAPMENT

Almost immediately, silence loomed over the entire villa. With a smile plastered on his face, Edgar said, "I think everyone's very curious as to who this arcane art practitioner is. Allow me to introduce him to you. "This arcane art practitioner is Master Dunley Lewin, the current leader of the Tigris Order."

I asked the man sarcastically and he didn’t stop he merely gave me a side glance shaking his head and mumbled something under his breath. “If the master wanted you dead he would have done it long ago, miss. You are here our guest and we are treating you accordingly.” The man said seriously and I chuckled because this was a fucking lie. I’m not a guest and the master knows who am I truly but I still don’t understand what he is going to do with this information. “Tell me Conal. I’m really curious. Why are you calling him master all the time? I mean I know what you are actually doing for a living and from what I gathered you are his second then why?”

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