Master Of Gu นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The living room now gleamed with elegance: deep grey suede couches, polished wooden floors, a ceiling-to-floor glass wall that looked out over the ocean. Each room was clean, precise. The master’s balcony offered a sweeping view of the water. The safe opened with my palm and retinal scan, just as designed. Hidden. Untouchable. The underground room was the crown jewel. The narrow passageway descended beneath the house like a secret artery. The chamber at the end was cold and hollow, its silence heavy. Reinforced walls, soundproofing layers, a singular air duct system. I had a control panel installed at the door, one command could lock it down entirely.

The Master could be seen approaching the Golden Casket with his dark face beaming with smiles, He stared at Mysterious who just watched from afar, He knows that Mysterious is only but eager to get Armageddon out of his system. The Master got close to the Casket, Immediately his hands touched the Casket, He fell into a trance, He opened his eyes in shock as he saw his Underworld being erased from Existence, He saw himself fighting a powerful being( Rick)

Loosening her, then adding a third finger, continuously thrusting crisscrossing inside her convulsing opening until he finally made her reach nirvana, her juices glistening on his fingers and palm; as he reveled in the knowledge that he brought pleasure to this cheeky female. Anita heard sucking lapping sounds; in curiosity, she raised her head from the pillow, shocked to see her master for the night sucking at his finger like he just finished a delicious meal. All the while, he looked into her dazed eyes with no shame, and being the shameless individual he was, he dipped his finger into her again, causing her to toss her head back with a shudder. Finally, he couldn't help himself and slurpe

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.

"The Master is currently in the medical wing. He was under the impression you were... resting." "The Master is a fool who thinks a bandage can fix a structural failure, Akeem," I said, stopping inches from him. I didn't look up; I looked *through* him. "I’m here for the girl." "She’s with the nanny. She has strict instructions…"

The Master turns the clipboard so I can see a small black and white photograph at the top of the board; she looks exactly like Elle, just younger. “Elle?” I ask him softly. I’ve felt my mate with my own hands; I’ve touched every inch of her body and I’ve tasted everything she has to offer. My mate is not a copy of some poor female who was killed because of her blood. “She’s a different story. A tricky little project for my team but different.” The Master chuckles to himself before turning the clipboard away so he can look at the page once more. “Let me be clear about what I’m offering here. You now know I have endless girls to send your way.” He coughs a little when he turns his back on me a

The Rogue’s breathing becomes strained, and his head begins dropping forward, but stubbornness keeps his mouth closed. I crouch in front of him and grip his jaw. “Your men are dead, you are chained inside my dungeon, and the only reason you are still breathing is because I want a name. Give me one, and I will set you free.” His eyes struggle to focus on mine. “I took an oath,” he whispers. “Never to reveal our master.” My fingers tighten against his jaw. Master? That word does not fit. Rogues do not speak about their leaders like servants addressing owners. They may recognize authority, leaders or commanders depending on the group, but master belongs to a different species entirely.

At the mention of the word *Amen*, the voice in my head or that's what I thought it was, reared its head out like it was trying to split from me but I'd had enough experience to know it was too weak to carry out its motive. I shook my head and shut my eyes as the voice shook me, trying to get out but it couldn't. Tired of the struggle, I opened my eyes. Without being told, I knew I was different. My head felt like something had grown from my scalp. "it's here". Father Gabriel announced. "Point your rosaries at it and do not relent in your prayers. We shall win this battle soon". That said he murmured words of prayer, followed by the sprinkling of the holy water on my skin. I let out a loud b

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.

"Huh? How did you know that, master???" Jorah inquired with his whiskers twitching at both sides due to his utter confusion. It was not that he suspected that his master was trying to bluff in anyway, but it was just that as far as he knew, his master did not have any foretelling ability. Yes, he was indeed a capable warlock, maybe even unmatched among his peers, but if his memory was not failing him yet, during his years of living with Eugene, the talking tomcat also never heard of the other party having a premonition before.