Master Of Life And Death Novels & Stories

I tore open the bag and spread the food across the ground. Laura bent forward, swaying her hips as she crawled to the scattered food. Her movements were exaggerated, and her joy seemed almost genuine. The whole scene made my blood rush hot. I had heard of girls with… unconventional tastes, but I never thought I'd see something straight out of an adult film unfold before my eyes. "Master, I want more…" Her voice dripped with a pleading tone that made me question everything. Why was she doing this? "Fine. Finish eating first. Then we'll talk."

Not deep enough to kill—just enough to make him suffer. Every drag, every puncture, every agonizing stroke was calculated. Pain was an art. And Jerald? He was a goddamn master. He braided the pain and served them like a Sicilian favorite meal—Cassata Siciliana. The man thrashed, his screams raw and wretched. His body jerked violently, arms trembling against the restraints, but there was no escape. The chains rattled, but they held firm. He wasn’t going anywhere.

With that, he picked up the shovel and started digging in front of my grave. From noon until dusk, he dug. When the grave was finally ready, he lay inside it and swallowed the poison. It was fast-acting. In mere moments, he was dead. I knew this because I watched his soul rise from his lifeless body. For a long moment, we simply stared at each other in silence. His eyes turned red as he floated toward me, reaching for my hand. I stepped back, my expression cold. "We're both dead now. Let's stop pretending, shall we?"

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---

I avoided Marcus and went to the study. When I unlocked my phone, I found exactly what I expected—Mirabelle was livestreaming. In my previous life, she had done the same thing, sharing her "day in the life of a rich family's housekeeper" online. She even claimed she was going to follow the lady of the house and challenge herself to reverse aging in thirty days, going from 40 back to 20. At the time, her viewers were in stitches, flooding the chat with comments. "Ma'am, you'd have to be remade from scratch. If you can go back to 20 in 30 days, I can go back to kindergarten!"

His life was already more than enough. *** Soekarno Hatta Street. Sean was carrying a box of cakes he had bought for his daughter, Andini, as he walked toward his home. Ding! A message came into Sean’s phone. He looked at the message and read it. ‘Young Master, seven years have passed. Is your resentment toward the Master truly that great?’ Ding! Another message came in. ‘The Master’s birthday is next week. You and the Master have not met for more than seven years. The Master truly wishes to see you. In addition, the Master has announced that you are his heir.’

he countered. "There is no way to show you without a doubt, but if I could do anything to gain your trust it would be this" and she pulled a glowing blue dagger from its hidden sheath and handed it to him. He immediately knew it to be Veritás, Retribution’s enchanted blade. She then put her hand over his and placed her other on the blade. As quickly as lightning, she had sliced her hand and said, "I bind myself to you for the duration of this contract. I will give my life to save yours and to avenge it if I cannot prevent your demise." "That is the first part of the binding of an apprentice to the master. I have not agreed to let you live, let alone train you in anything!"

She needs to fear him. And this was the time to claim what was his. He leaned his face down to her ear brushing his lips against her earlobe. He whispered making her gulp down. “Are you ready Mio Fiore?” Claim this body it’s yours, Just don’t expect to have more than that. ______________________________________ This book is a dark romance containing a heavy erotic theme a lot more than Yes, Master. So beware. Also next will be updated soon. Don’t forget to like and comment.

I was the cause of his death. ‘’Yes,’’ The master’s voice sounded again; this time, it sounded like my own. ‘’Now that Rain is dead, it is the end for you. There is nothing that can be done again. Just end your life, and you won’t have to carry the burden of being unable to save your parents' lives.’’

I fell to the ground feeling so hopeless. "Hey. Look at me." Master said sitting next to me on the ground, I raised my head up and stare at him, tears already gathering in my eyes. "What am I going to do now. My life is over, he has the book and the pen. There's nothing we can do anymore." I sniffed, holding back the tears... I couldn't do a good job of holding the tears in, and so they fell down on their own. Master wiped my tears with the back of his palm, placing soft kisses on my cheeks.