Master Piece Nhentai Novels & Stories

She laid down her body again and thought of nothing; she knows not what emotion she has at this time, only that she was aware that her heart seemed to have stopped its palpitation of terror within herself. She glanced at the Via's Masterpiece to have a peek if its dry paint melted too, only to have witnessed that its canvas is entirely unspotted of any color paint. She turned her eyes to the ceiling. It, then, started to form the collage of every single painting she had created in her entire lifetime. They are cartoon characters, the abstract paintings of distorted face-shaped women and men, the colored-pencil art of celebrity portraits, the oil pastel sketches of body parts such as hands, f

** The flashes started on my second night with Adams. A shimmer of blue light beneath stone pillars. A voice—low, furious—saying, “You failed the bond, Kehan. You let the soul escape.” Then a hand – human, yet, not - gripping me by the throat, pulling me down into darkness. Then silence again. I woke up panting – it sounded like whimpering if you asked someone else, - curled in the corner beside Adams’ bed. He didn’t stir. His breaths were short, clenched. He was dreaming too

These thoughts filled my mind as I pondered on our not so good experience just a while ago. Zayne might have a little affection for me but it didn't change the fact that he was my master. Finally, I was at his door, my heart pounding in my chest as a drop of sweat trickled down my face. “Come in,” he growled, in his usual harsh tone. I sucked my lower lip nervously before opening the door gently. There he was, shirtless, with a glass in his hand. He was facing me but he had a glint in his eyes that made my tummy crawl.

The two persons in front of her received their marks and when it came to her turn, the scent filled her nose. She felt shivers run down her spine. She moved to stand in front of Master. Leader of the Conquerors, Master was an enigma. His name was hidden and he didn't often make an act of presence. Except for today. When he looked down at her, he saw brown pupils staring back at him. They were shining in the dim light of the podium, glowing in the dark. He drove in them, searching for darkness. That's when he saw red and blood. Trauma.

Master was a perfectionist in everything he did even down to the mode of torture he uses when somebody annoy him too much to warrant a slow death. Every recruit of the resistance watched Master's means of torture as an indoctrination ceremony so that they will know that will happen to them if they decide to betray the resistance. The kidnapper had watched someone who displeased the Master got dragged into the compound half-dead by the guard which was always with the Master's best friend who was a female.

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

she bowed and try to run away but master Damien dragged her back. You said you were bored and decided to stay on the sun, scribbling down this?" He asked why staring down at the drawing of a man with two horns and an ugly face which she drew. His eyes fixed on the drawing darting all over it confused about why she had to come out to the sun to draw this meaningless thing when his eyes darted to the letter inscribed under the drawing. "Master Damien? This thing here is me?" He asked his eyes threatening to bulge out of his sockets.

Next to her sat the person they knew best, who was even disgusted when a woman sat so close to him. Now he even seemed to be sharing food with that girl. “Do you like this recipe?” They all heard how the young master asked in a gentle, deep voice. This made them immediately gape in disbelief. Is that the man over there the young master's twin? But that's impossible, the young master didn't have any brothers that's why he's the onbe and only heir to the Dawson family. “Y-Young M-Ma…” Thomas was just about to call out to him but stopped when Zachary glanced at them and narrowed his eyes sharply.

The celebration was excellent,but the master excused himself to rest before it ended,he must be tired from the fighting and his journey so that was expected. * * * It's been a week since the master returned. I was to serve him today.I was happy that he returned safely and it felt like an honor to serve him.I know I am just being crazy. He was in his room,this is the first time I would enter his room,i wonder what his room looks like does he torture people in there is that why he doesn't let people enter it,what big secret does he hide in there . The master has not been seen frequently since his return, he must be tired from the war.

I am an honorable dragon after all, not like a certain LAME CAT! Master said she likes my cool self! Humph! Look at that lame cat, he is angry because Master loves my cool figure. As expected of Master, she has good eyes. Even though I don't like mingling with a certain emotional beast, I shall endure for Master. Master.. I am your ultimate COOL guardian.. A/N : Hello~ Melodia's here! I want to say thank you so much for reading this story! (#^.^#) I know there will be mistakes in my writing but I will try hard to learn more! ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ﾉヽ(*≧ω≦)ﾉ