Master Of None Novels & Stories

I’m a grownup woman. “Interesting.” Nathan is following me. “I hate you. Don’t humiliate me.” “I’m not, it’s just fun to watch you and Arthur play like a secret lover but the truth is you’re not.” I rolled my eyes and manage to escape him. It’s not like I don’t know that. Can’t he just not ruin the fun? I know it’s not fun being a mistress or being the other woman but I’m enjoying my setup with Arthur plus his wife and him are clearly over from the look of it so technically he’s just married in the paper.

Lodipo. Priscilla was always in long dresses and very respectful clothes as she was raised in that set-up and she never wore any exposing clothes but this morning she wore one of the trousers she would wear in the so-called “Dera” which was a long light dress famously worn by the Swahili. Only her husband had seen her curvy body but this day the trouser she was in was exposing her curviness to the world to see, she wore it with a light white top and some heels that made her look so hot, Mr. Lodipo couldn’t take his eyes off her when she walked to the breakfast table.

The sound of glass bowls all shattered, and everything on the table fell scattered with just one movement pulling the tablecloth. All the chefs and waiters were surprised, usually, the Young Master did not matter if the menu served was all seafood. Meanwhile, Roy just sighed. "Huh, what a moment, damn it!" Roy thought. "You want to kill my wife!!! Why are all the menus seafood? You're all stupid," growled Deffin. Suddenly everyone apologized and they quickly cleaned up the mess in the dining room, the chefs immediately cooked another menu. "I just don't like seafood, but I won't get poisoned if I eat it let alone die. This young master is not only horrible but also weird. But, how did he kno

They all made fool out of me one way or the other. “ You are a mistress now are not you? ” She chuckled lightly. What she intended to be a possible joke was salt to my bleeding wounds. Even the word ' Mistress ' always made bile rise in my throat. It was the only word I never wanted to listen now. Facing reality was harsh. “ You knew everything didn't you? ” I asked a question of my own, my eyes roaming around the cafe that was nearly empty. There were just a few people. “ I knew. ” She admitted truthfully and my eyes travelled back to meet her figure. Her posture was slumped and her tone was weak.

The Master turns the clipboard so I can see a small black and white photograph at the top of the board; she looks exactly like Elle, just younger. “Elle?” I ask him softly. I’ve felt my mate with my own hands; I’ve touched every inch of her body and I’ve tasted everything she has to offer. My mate is not a copy of some poor female who was killed because of her blood. “She’s a different story. A tricky little project for my team but different.” The Master chuckles to himself before turning the clipboard away so he can look at the page once more. “Let me be clear about what I’m offering here. You now know I have endless girls to send your way.” He coughs a little when he turns his back on me a

He asked in a cold voice. So, her name was Gillian. Definitely suits her attitude. Turning to me, face contorting in resentment and anger, she said in a voice laced with anger "What are you still doing here you slutty maid, go make breakfast". "Stay kitten". Damon ordered me. "She doesn't work for you, Gillian. She's mine". He said the *mine* like he meant a different thing entirely. "you have no right to order her around". Gillian gasped at that but he wasn't yet done. "Get yourself out of my house right this minute". He added in a cold voice.

The maid asked as soon as she was level with Rebecca’s chair. Rebecca turned to look at Cat before asking. “What would you like to eat for breakfast, Cat?” Cat was a little surprised at the level of staff here, even after last night when she had first witnessed it. She really shouldn’t be that surprised by the size of their bank balance. “Just wholemeal toast, please.” “Would you like a jam with that, miss? We have a large range.” The maid asked. Cat shook her head. “No, thanks, just butter will be fine, please.”

Mateo looked at her with curious gaze, but didn't press the curiosity any further. "What the heck's wrong with you Leonardo? Are you that stupid that you can understand what I've told you? Do not call me!" she yelled into the phone angrily while putting her hand on her forehead. "Boss, I still didn't receive any money from you. I think that you forget sending the money." Nerissa's jaw clenched, it was clear that she doesn't want to deal with him at that moment. "You aren't really going to receive any, not because I forget about it, but because I am not really even planning to give you some not until the next month already," she retorted.

Amir said proudly. Amir wasn’t oblivious to the tension between him and Asher. From the way Asher looked at him, Amir could tell that he had feelings for Sofia. He was used to others being attracted to his girlfriend, but this time, Amir felt irritated by Asher. He couldn’t help but feel small in comparison. Unlike Asher, he wasn’t wealthy. He was a simple mechanic from the Sapang Bato Compound in Angeles. His current outfit, one he’d worn repeatedly for special occasions, was far from luxurious.

Smiling wide so she wouldn't scare them away. "Mom," Celia said at the same time ponytail girl stammered, "Mrs... Mrs Thane" "What is your name?" "Nina Whitmore. My father is Mayor Whitmore" Thalia scoffed "So since your father is the mayor, you think you can bully my daughter?" "What? No, Mrs Thane. We were just talking" "It's Ashcroft." "What?"