Novel & Cerita Master Of Iron

"I like this rebellious side of you. I was starting to think you're dim-witted." "She won't kill you." He added when I remained unwaveringly quiet. "If you love her why are you doing this? Why do you white men do this? I don't understand. I'm disgusting, you constantly tell me that. I know, Mast—" He glared at me. I wouldn't dare say his name. I wouldn't. He will forever be Master William to me. "I know I'm disgusting but why do you keep doing this. I suppose it's some sort of fun sport for you all."

Predictable. I remembered how the space used to feel: suffocating with mold, the floors warped, the pantry collapsing in on itself. Now, it whispered nothing but efficiency. Even the lighting had been redone, motion-sensor lights that could shift from ambient to tactical with a voice command. In the master bedroom, I stood at the foot of the bed. The space was bathed in golden evening light. I opened the safe again, watched it read my eye, then slide open with a hiss. Flawless.

Roby added. Sean was stunned and said, “I don’t want to meet him yet.” Roby sighed and said, “What happened back then cannot be blamed entirely on the Master. Especially over these past few years, the Master has also felt guilty. Do you know why the Master hasn’t remarried for twelve years? It’s because he feels guilty toward you and Madam.” “After learning that you came to Bandung City, the Master immediately instructed me to establish Martaguna Company in Bandung. I never looked for you before because the Master understood your personality. He told me not to disturb you, except when you were truly in trouble.”

"That woman is so insolent, Don Ariani! She had the nerve to use your first name just a second ago, so I was just about to tear her apart for you, Don Ariani!" "E-Edoardo…" I forced the name out through the pain, my voice a raspy whisper. I raised my head, meeting his gaze despite the blood trailing down my face. I looked at the man the world feared and gave a faint, chilling laugh. "Is this how you greet your master after not seeing each other for seven years?"

She came out of her trance as she let out a breath which she didn't know she was holding, she said, "I-I 'm sorry. Let's start our tour." Amused by her sudden reaction, the white-haired only chuckled while the other one stood there with a boring face. He said, "Sure, ladies first miss Gabriel." She nodded at his response and the girl turned with her cheeks red and her body drained and she stepped out of the room along with two boys. She said, "Let's start our tour, master..." "Noah it is for me and he's Kaal." The white hair pointed to the black one. She nodded and think its a wired name, but why would she be bothered. She said, "Then let's start, Master Noah and Master Kaal."

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---

Wrong question, that's a dead end. “Master seems quite busy, what does he do?” “He owns a chain of shops and some restaurants and clubs.” OK, that was something, now it comes… “Mr Reyes isn’t a noble, is he?” There was a long awkward silence. “What are you implying?” His tone got a hundred degrees colder. Fuck she pissed him. He must be one of the loyal ones. “I’m just trying to learn something about him. I was just wondering how did he manage to achieve all this, alone without any support? He must be an amazing businessman.” There, she made him a compliment about his beloved master.

Vikram pushed the door open, revealing a cavernous chamber bathed in crimson light. At the room's center, on a throne-like chair, sat the Master. The Master's gaze commanded attention, his piercing eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity. His skin was deathly pale, yet radiant with an unnatural glow. Chiseled features, sharp as cut glass, seemed carved from the very darkness itself. His raven-black hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall of night, framing a face that was both beautiful and terrifying. Full lips curled into a sly smile, revealing razor-sharp fangs stained with the remnants of his last victim.

A Master is not a person who only relishes the benefits that his superior status entitles him. Certainly, all of these characteristics could and often do exist within a Master. He may be demanding and at times selfish. He may genuinely enjoy and even be aroused by the power that he has over a sub. He may be able to expertly control his emotions, issuing his commands and enforcing his discipline with stone-faced determination.

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.