Novel & Cerita Master Of The House Lyrics

I left my house, a big mansion where I had everything, where my each and every wishes could be fulfilled, where I was born with the silver spoon on my mouth, I left that home just for that dream. I had only some money in my pocket, my guitar on my back and some of my belongings in my bag. I didn't even dared to bring the money that my dad had earned in his lifetime.That money was the money,I earned playing my guitar in the bars. But that money couldn't let me survive for so many days. I had rent to pay, food to be fed and the guitar classes to go. I gave up on my food for my guitar classes. Thinking that my guitar was my magic wand which would feed me as much as I want later.

His thunderous voice called as his men barged in behind him and immediately, the whole family rushed downstairs to see their visitor. Huh? Sophia almost lost her balance, looking at Ice Pick who seemed like someone that could kill at the moment. "Ice Pick, please…" Mr. Johnson fell to his knees immediately and pleaded, knowing the gravity of his sin. "Johnson…you dare take my slave home without my full permission when you know she's still mine until your payment is done. Do you freaking understand?!" Sophia's father shivered in fear, nodding his head. He faced Sophia and the ice in him melted for a while, seeing the fear in her eyes as she looked at him but he neglected his emotions and said

He gently pressed his hand against my shoulder, leaned in close, and in those beautiful golden eyes, I saw a purity of longing and humility I had never witnessed before. He said, “Master… please take me home.” Master. This was a title Nolan had never once uttered, yet he spoke it with such devotion and sincerity, as if cradling a burning heart and carefully offering it to me. I looked at him, then glanced back toward the town. A mad yet clear thought suddenly popped into my head. Yes, since Nolan despises me so much and is so eager to find a new master, why shouldn’t I just replace him? It’s time for a trade-in.

The Mothers called such things corruptions of the flesh, I immediately turned my head away. “I’m sorry,” I whispered shakily. “I didn’t mean to—” “Watch,” the Master interrupted softly. Fear tightened inside my chest. “I cannot, Master.” “You must.” His voice sharpened slightly. “A wife should understand how to please her husband.” The room suddenly felt suffocating and too small, i stared desperately at the floor while shame and confusion twisted violently inside me, the Mothers spent our entire lives condemning desire as sinful, yet now the Master called this sacred, holy and necessary, nothing made sense anymore, the Master moved closer until I could smell the heavy scent of incense and a

I was speechless with the chain removed, which means I was no longer a slave. "You will become a servant from now on and you shall be paid,you have your freedom back,if you wish to you provisions will be made for you the kid you said is the only heir of his family." Master Chris said as he flipped through the papier work,he wasn't looking at me. Silence filled the room ,because I was speechless. He finally looked at me . "Are you not satisfied with it?" he asked. "I...I am just speechless thank you Master." I stammered.

"We never had a wedding night, you and I, did we?" My Master... My wonderful, beautiful Master... I love you... ... so much... And I realise how selfish I've been. How petty and small-minded. Always taking it that everything revolves around me. Me... the luckiest woman in the world, with my two husbands. Three if you count Richard. My beautiful home, built for me almost brick-by-brick by Michael. All of it, given to me by my Master. And then, on my wedding day, Michael and I went upstairs together, leaving him alone.

he asked softly as he wiped my tears. "I love you so much, you also never leave me," I said while sobbing. "No way," he said with a smile. "But, aren't you tired of having a possessive husband like me, hm?" "No, I love you very much, I will always love you, Deffin Wirata, my husband, you have always been my beloved possessive Young Master." ~The end~ * * * * That is all and thank you****

“I didn’t think you’d still be this shallow after so many years. You broke someone else’s marriage for money in the past. You have enough money now. Do you think you can really stop her from cheating on you?” Carlson gritted his teeth and wanted to slap me, but I blocked him. Instead, I slapped him repeatedly. Carlson yelled in pain. He wanted to fight me, but I subdued him. He had spent all these years living a good life. He was no longer the hardworking assistant he had been in the past. He could not even fight back, so he could only endure a few more slaps from me. “Don’t worry, I’m an educated man. I don’t want to be a homewrecker.

"Be ready. Pack only necessary things. Everything you will find in my house. Tomorrow you're coming to my house." He can see her breathing getting heavy. She didn't want this but poor her. It was always decided that she has to be his. And now he wants her and she can't do anything. He walked closer to her and without touching her he leaned to her ear. His breath came in contact with her pale cold ear as he whispered. "Remember angel. I am your master. Your owner. Better get ready to accept your future with me. Because I think I might take a long time with you. Longer than my other women. So be ready to live your life with me."

The metallic taste of blood on my tongue grounded me, reminding me of the gravity of this moment. For this moment, Moore, accept it just for the moment. “Yours.” My voice cracked, barely more than a breath. Happy now? “And I’m?” “Master… My master.” The words burned as they left my mouth, each one feeling like a brand on my soul. “Good,” he replied, resuming his walk while I tagged along, my steps heavy with dread. “My family,” I whispered, trying everything within me not to break down. “But can you please not do that to my family? I’m okay with everything else.”