Master Of Mystery Review Novels & Stories

This suspense is too much to bear, but then again get used to Master means get used to the suspense because he himself is a mystery they shouldn’t dare to decode. As Cecelia was taking a walk in the lawn, she heard few girls gossiping about Levi, not interested to know about it, she was about to walk past them when she heard the word ‘Master’. Anything related to Master concerns her, so she demanded them to speak and spill everything they heard. She was shocked to know about some random girl cursing Master. The nerve of the bitch to badmouth her Master?

Rodolfo snapped, and goosebumps ran down my spine. Warm his bed? Does he want to have s*x with me again? Should I even call that s*x because it's actually torture? I followed Rodolfo unwillingly, and we got into the master's chambers. It was dark as usual, and Rodolfo left. "Strip Madison! It's going to be a pleasurable one" The Master's mean voice was heard. "Pleasurable?" My jaw went numb.... TBC...

“So what am I now? A wall? Because I think I heard it clearly, in my mansion, someone telling me to watch where I’m going. Did I hear it right, Miss Girlie?” I swallowed hard and shifted my gaze away. Where was the Mike from earlier, the one who couldn’t stop eating the food I made? Now he was back to being terrifying. “M-Master, since when did you become a wizard? You weren’t here a second ago. Did you teleport?” I asked, trying to change the topic. He straightened but never broke eye contact. “Watch where you’re going.” The words sank deep. I remembered what Manang and Sister Cooker told me earlier. One mistake with Master, and you’ll be thrown out of this mansion.

I heaved a sigh and said, "It's not a big deal. It's likely that Damon warned you to keep your mouth shut or else he'd kill you like he's done to other people." As soon as I mentioned Damon's name, he shook his head in response. "The Master is not like this at all. What are your reasons for having such a bad impression of him? He never killed anyone without a justifiable motive." I rolled my eyes and whispered, "Of course, what else can I expect from his people?" He explained, "I'm not saying this because I work for him," and I wondered how he could hear something that wasn't even audible. Why everyone around me is so suspicious.

She smiled a little, Master was known for liking to be a clean wolf. "What can I help you with?" Master said as he leant on the wall. He was built, his chest visibly defined as he crossed his arms. Megan hesitated, distracted by his body. "Megan?" he asked again, this time sounding a little amused. And aroused. And relieved.

He took a shaky pause before continuing. "I fear that if we become a bit rash in our next move, our treachery will be discovered and I believe that will be counter productive." Everyone held their breaths again. But uncertainly this time. The Master kept silent with the back of his swivel chair to them. His lifeless, inhumane eyes which were almost hidden by the dark mask he wore stared coldly at the burning woods crackling in the fire place. No one had ever seen his face before. Not even his most trusted accomplices! They mused.

I turned to see Mira approaching, her tablet tucked under her arm and her heels clicking assertively against the floor. “You’ve arrived early,” she remarked with approval. “That’s a positive sign.” “I barely slept,” I confessed. Mira flashed a knowing smile. “That's completely normal before your first review.” My stomach churned at the thought. The review. A small internal presentation for a few senior designers. Nothing too formal. But to me, it felt like the fate of my entire future hinged on those sketches I held. “Just relax,” Mira said gently. “Trust me, I’ve seen your designs. They’re good.”

This is the first time in weeks that I’m getting the stern tone from her. “I was in the library, and then—” I try to explain. “I got lost. I’m sorry.” I stop and catch my breath. “It’s been a little more than a month, and you’re already making trouble. I understand that this house is huge, bigger than you can imagine. What’s unacceptable is your disobedience of my number one rule.” “What did I do?” “The Master called me. He said someone was in his room.” Oh, gosh. Of course, it’s him. Who else could it have been?

I crouch at my Master's feet, submissive as he wishes. Something kisses my aching sex, and I shudder. I gave myself to him long ago. And he gave Michael to me. And now Richard too. It's a heady mix. From above me; a silken rustle; my hair is brushed to one side. But I am not invited to move. No assisting hand raises me to my feet. I wait... The rustle of fabric and the creak of his shoes as my Master shifts on his feet... The scent of new leather and the tang of polish...

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.