Master Of Mystery Review Novels & Stories

Only a being like him could instill such an emotion with a bare look. I am quiet as I walk into the library, that chilling feeling in my bones, unable to go away. I walk through the aisles, and freeze when I see him- The Master. He is early today. He is here before me. His gaze is fixed between the pages of an old book, calmly swiping through them, his hair blowing in the light breeze from the flip of a single page. I watch him for a moment, and the chilly feeling inside me dissipates.

“Ohh, Do you know by who?” “Unfortunately, The Master does not indulge my curiosity and I do not pry in his affairs.” She gave an almost automated response. He nodded, not wanting to make her uncomfortable but still, something seemed off, The first day he had seen her, she seemed genuinely shaken by the thought of him being close to Damian, there was a fear in her eyes one could not just fake but now, the way she spoke, the way she referred to him, ‘The Master', there was no sign of that horror, that fear that seemed so potent was gone with no trace, all that remained was what resembled reverence but he threw it to the back of his mind, Nothing was ever as black and white as it seemed, Her w

“I mean, you should have a name. A family.” “I have no one.” “Then how did you get here?” “I don't know.” I slammed my palm on my small, round table, spilling coffee all over the whole place. “I don't know whatever you're up to, but you certainly can't stay here.” I pushed. “I can't be your Master.” Then he stood up, taking slow strides towards me. For a moment, I was blown away by how high and mighty he looked at the moment. If anyone had to call the other master, it could as well be me clinging unto this mysterious guy's feet.

The Cult Master let out a sigh and said, “Darling, everyone said that within the seven volumes lies a big secret upon careful reading. Unfortunately, I’ve been carefully reading for so many years with no clue! I’ve thought about it. Perhaps I’m not as smart as you, therefore I’ll leave it with you tonight. Perhaps you could learn something from reading it.” Monica was his most trusted person in the world. Monica smiled and agreed since all she wanted now was for him to leave. “Alright.” The Cult Master sounded pleased upon hearing that. “Thank you, my darling. I’ll leave you to it.” He waved and walked away after finishing his words. Darryl let out a long sigh of relief upon hearing his foot

He finally understood why the two inscription masters appeared so grave just now. It turned out the three inscriptions were not horrible. Instead, they were so impressive that they were better than William's! William was stunned, and he asked Maisie, "Lady Maisie, are you saying the inscription master who drew these inscriptions is in a higher ranking than I am?" Hearing these words, Chris felt a thud in his head, his blood rushed to his brain all over his body, his knees were weak, and he could hardly stand. "This is also what puzzles me the most." Maisie shook her head without noticing Chris's peculiar behavior. Then, she continued, "Although looking at the enhancement and brushwork, this

Master applies the healing cream to the cuts and bruises that are still taking too long to heal and then takes me to bed, holding me tight until I relax and drift off to sleep. We do this for the next few evenings. I wake up shivering in the Master's arms, reliving in my dreams not only the Master's attack but Morgan's and Norman's as well. It, however, doesn’t take the Master long to remove the memory of them and replace it with pleasure, which is getting more intense and harder to deny each time he touches me.

Still smiling, I turned my head at the man next to him and my heart jumped in a painful beat. It was the same man who had left me in trouble on my first night. Zachary had said that his name was Samuel, one of the oldest masters of that place. His hair was still short, his bright brown eyes slightly narrow by his inspection on my face, and a crooked smile opening his lips. The same submissive I stumbled upon that night was holding her hand, shaking her blonde hair as she looked distractedly around. "Hello, little one," said the man. "I hope you're having fun.

“Ok so?? Why am I here?? Can I leave now??” “Oh trust me cupcake you are going to be here for a while and also, don't get your hopes up about your master coming to save you.” He said. “My master???” I asked as I looked on in confusion. “Arsenio Robert.” I suddenly burst into laughter. “Master??? Arsenio is not my master.” “Then who is he to cupcake?? Enlighten me.” “He is my boyfriend.” I blurted out. Donald suddenly burst into laughter.

Doris was clearly sidestepping my question, yet the onlookers seemed to interpret her behavior as an admission of my alleged degradation. Jennifer's voice rose above the murmurs, her arms waving with fervor. "Guys, if we turn a blind eye today, who will stand for us when our time comes? Today, we are the judges of the mistress! For this shameless mistress who wreaks havoc on others' family, we owe it to ourselves to mete out justice!" Encouraged by Jennifer's impassioned words, the students jumped onto their desks, their chant of "Expel the mistress and make it right" echoing through the hall.

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