Novel & Cerita Master Of Gu

Master growled. “Vasco, can you take my son for a stroll?” Master skimmed at Capo, ordering him like he was not the head of the Spanish Cartel but merely a servant who respects his Master. Capo didn’t like the work assigned, but he knew things would help him. He waved at Ramona to wheel Elijah while he needed help with his wooden cane to walk out of this environment. “Sit,” his following command echoed in the air for Samson. “Let’s play a game,” Master loved to play chess with Samson because he was the only one who won against the Master.

He then caught master 5 midair and bashed his head into the ground, smashing his skull. Even after seeing all this, Master 4 wasn’t discouraged at all. It even made him angrier so he decided to attack Lucas with his dagger. To my surprise, he was able to catch Lucas unaware, stabbing him on his guts. Lucas cried in pain as he quickly yanked out the dagger using it against its owner by stabbing him twice in the face and that was genuinely the first time I heard one of the masters express their feelings.

I didn’t recognise the second voice as well. The Master? Goosebumps rose on my skin. Was the Master they were referring to Lenard or another master? Just the word Master would be enough to trigger me. I had to get out of there! From the looks of it, the Master sounded like a dangerous term in the mafia world. But right now, I was already feeling somewhat dizzy from the lorry ride, and my back hurt from being placed alongside the cargo. I didn’t think I would be able to survive any longer in that bag.

He looked offended and confused at the same time when Zachary’s men were laughing at him. He didn’t understand why they were so calm about this. His boss got that that young master’s red card and Zachary Dawson was not supposed to be this calm. Not to mention he seemed to bring only ten of his men. “You ugly bastard! Who you are talking to our young master like that?!” They snapped at him, made him almost flinched. He was not supposed to be scared but that man they called young master Dawson stood so tall and mighty in the middle really bring out the different dark aura.

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.

Of course. "Miss Hwang, please keep your mouth shut and don't spoil our grandson's event," Mike said defending Khan's pride. Miss Hwang smiled. "I don't intend to damage it, and I also don't want to linger on this weightless event. Just don't even one of you, dare to insult my master," said Ms. Hwang as she walked out. All fell silent and wondered, who is the master he was referring to? The guests looked at Jeremy Mose and Esmeralda.

“You don’t need to keep your guard up with him.” I turned swiftly, relief and confusion mixing in my chest as I saw my master. “Master? What are you doing here? How did you know I was here?” “Because of him,” Master replied, pointing to a figure sprinting toward us. His hair was a fiery red, his eyes sharp and cunning like a fox’s. My heart lurched. It was Red.

Master threw me on the bed, and I bounced on it, almost falling to the ground at the force he threw me with. “Mas — Master?” I glanced up at him. His face was cloudy, and his eyes blood-red. He looked like he was ready to kill someone. And that caused my heart to skip a beat as I tried to think of what might have angered master. Could it be—? Shit! I'm in deep trouble. “Was she that good that you had to moan like a slut?”

And standing near the far end of the corridor… Was Master Damian. Even at a distance, he commanded attention effortlessly. Tall and muscular, he wore fitted black slacks and an open-collared charcoal shirt rolled to his forearms. His dark curly hair framed a striking face made even more arresting by piercing blue eyes that seemed capable of seeing directly through people. Tattoos disappeared beneath his sleeves while a silver watch gleamed against one wrist. He spoke quietly with two staff members holding fresh linens and supply trays, his posture relaxed but authoritative.

I slowly turned around to face my nightmare with fairytale-like beauty. Master was looking at me more like killing me with his eyes. His eyes held possessiveness and anger. It was not jealousy instead it was a rage. A rage of seeing someone else touching his possession. His dagger-like gaze turned to that man who seemed to unaffected by his murderous glare. “Stay away from my woman Sinister.” I froze in my place hearing his name. Sinister. Sinister Valentino. Master’s brother. Something flashes in his eyes when he heard Master’s words turning his mesmerizing gaze towards me making eye contact.