Master Of Knife Novels & Stories

The two of us walked into the room with the white door at the end of the hall, The master's room. "Please, Come in." "Thanks." I pulled the doorknob and went inside. A man in a plain white shirt seemed to be busy fiddling with something. His hands cleverly united the various objects on his desk into a long-range rifle. Then, he put down the gun and turned to look at me. I lowered my head to salute our leader. "Can I see your sword?" "Yes, sir." I took out the red velvet cloth that wrapped the blade in a bound position. I gave the sword to the man in front of me. The master accepted it. Then, the handsome man untied the cloth. His forehead frowned slightly as he saw the sword break into two-p

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 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.

Suddenly there is a loud yell and the master marches forward, “I’ve had enough of this rubbish one of you grab my sword, it’s time to end this. The yellow monster, walks over slowly and pulls the sword off the ground, the grinding of the metal on the concrete hurts my ears as he stalks towards the master and holds out the sword. I hear Black protesting but I am no longer able to focus on anything except Aidan. I know there is no way I am going to be able to kill him while the monsters are here to protect him so I hold my sword loosely at my side. As the master takes a step in my direction an unanticipated thing happens. The master raises his sword and just as he goes to bring it down, a thro

"I took a chance. Julia looked over my shoulder, and waved her body in favor of music, approaching. "I know a lot about your master," she said, closing her eyes. "He used to come here with his wife, and when she died, he cut off any contact with the club. Until Madame Tracey called him to be his right arm, and that gave him space for him to take other subs. You are not the first, but you are the only one who returned to his command. They say he is one of the best for certain types of subs.

he continued. Shifting my eyes from the floor to him, I cleared my throat. “I have to go, sir—” “We’re not yet done talking,” he cut me off, expressing his power through his tone. He spun around and looked at me, his face showing no emotions. “How old are you?” he asked. I swallowed. “Twenty-two.” “And your major?” “English.” He walked toward his desk and sat in his swivel chair. “Please pick up the folders, Ms. Escobar.”

Warning ,he threw the blood filled knife on to the floor and walked out . The guard's assembled around bowed humbly at their boss . His terrific and scary aura , Depicted revealing another shade of their master . Maybe , Norman Blade. A responsible and matured husband .

she paused, looked at Dianna's eyes. "And his name is... Doctor Klaud Anderson." Dianna felt dumb and was speechless. She... she couldn't utter a single word nor look at her little sister's eyes. What will happen if their paths cross again? Can Dianna accept and embrace the truth that there's no way of escaping from her new Master or it would be false hope for the both of them?

At lunchtime, Oliver Muller from the outsourcing group quietly sat down beside me. "Rex, everyone knows that project was your work. This is so unfair." I gave a bitter smile. "Fair? Around here, your last name matters far more than your ability." Oliver lowered his voice. "I heard Jason can't even understand basic code. Every demo is actually run by you behind the scenes." I put down my fork, my appetite gone. "The joke is, he's my 'boss' now—and I have to teach him two hours every day how to steal my own achievements more efficiently."

Brandon is holding his iPad over his face, he is trying his hardest just to be brave, but he is just human at the end of the day. I dig my nails into its shoulder and the beast cries out in pain. “Who is your master?” I ask. “Fuck you, Bloodton bastard!” It yells with a multivocal tone. It's the worst one we could get, but I came very ready. I roll my sleeves and bring out a pocket knife. “You better start to speak, or I am going to fucking dissect you like a cupcake.” I threaten. “My loyalty is to my master! I answer to no one except my master–”