Master Roshi Sister Novels & Stories

I slowly turned around to face my nightmare with fairytale-like beauty. Master was looking at me more like killing me with his eyes. His eyes held possessiveness and anger. It was not jealousy instead it was a rage. A rage of seeing someone else touching his possession. His dagger-like gaze turned to that man who seemed to unaffected by his murderous glare. “Stay away from my woman Sinister.” I froze in my place hearing his name. Sinister. Sinister Valentino. Master’s brother. Something flashes in his eyes when he heard Master’s words turning his mesmerizing gaze towards me making eye contact.

The master snorted, silently admitting to himself that it was his subconscious stopping himself. There was no point in killing a very loyal servant, he thought, in the end they would meet their end on their own path. The young master turned around again, gazing at the quiet yet peaceful night scene below. . . _____________ * (both in Indonesian) Dinda: Sister; a more respectful and intimate pronoun Kanda: Brother; a more respectful and intimate pronoun

He didn't want to stick his nose for something that's going to happen so he went his way out. He better just go and see how his sister is doing. Blue is in magic academy with Mizuko. He didn't want her to get closer to Mizuko or the demons but then again, he can't tell Blue why he was caring this way. Yes, he can say because he is her master but it's different when you know who you are. At the headquarters, Yushiro met Blue on the hallway and like always his sister would bow her head and call him master. "How was the magic academy today? Anything you learned?" he asked her.

“My dear sister, please.” The crowd was silenced by his frivolous behavior, but at the same time curious about the person in the passenger seat. “I heard that Master Sager has three sons but no daughter.” “I also heard from Master Carrel that the mysterious person who helped the Sagers is coming. Young Master Sager here is also the enigma’s student, and if he called the person inside 'sister', could it be that mysterious person?” “No way, that person is a woman?” The crowd was intrigued.

your sister, how could we p**son her" " You're still feigning ignorance " Venom seethed " My sister's name is Raven, the same girl you p**soned at the arena" Olivia staggered backwards in shock, if his sister was Raven, then it meant he was Remy Smith, the eldest master of the smith family who was recorded missing years ago. The Howards continued trembling in fright, they had offended the smith's, the Kingston's and now they had even offended the leader and vice-commander of the undead, there was no escape this time around.

(Alfred Monticello) Hearing Alfred talking and glorifying The Master, naturally all the sisters were nodding their heads in agreements, after all, he is that kind of existence, a great man that has proven his greatness time and time again. Despite the sisters have varied personality and agreements, one thing that they can always agreed on, is that their Master is always the best man out there.

“Sister.” “My sister, I don’t think she really likes to be called that,” I confessed. “At least, not where I am concerned. “Hm, normally I’d ask what makes you think that,” said Master Toran. “But?” finally, I looked up at him with amusement in my expression. We both knew why he didn’t have to ask. “But I know, Harly.” He said. We both laughed at this bit of dark humor. “I’m sure it hurts to know that she feels that way.”

Under the cold gaze of her master, Little Alice nodded gently. She was very curious about the reason why her master had been so irritable. Almost the whole world was looking for her senior sister, but her master never said why. However, in Little Alice's opinion, even if her senior sister made a huge mistake, her master would not hurt her. "Senior Sister took me to the depths of the mountain once and said that it would be the way for her and Master to retreat. I think she should go there. Of course, this is just my guess."

No more worrying about who might be the killer. But all I felt was cold. --- At noon, I finally stood up. My legs were stiff, my back aching from sitting on the hard floor. I walked to the window and looked out at the campus. Students crossed the quad in groups, laughing, talking, holding hands. The lake glittered in the distance, blue and calm and innocent. The lake where my sister died. The lake where someone held her under until she stopped fighting. I pressed my palm to the glass. "I'm sorry, Alice," I whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't do this alone."

Hunter added, ignoring Helena’s sharp glance. The tension at the table was thick enough to cut with one of the sterling silver knives beside our plates. “Well,” Iris said, clearly trying to change the subject, “I think it’s wonderful how you’re all supporting each other through this process. It can’t be easy.” If she only knew. There was nothing wonderful about it. Just desperation, manipulation, and my own pathetic inability to say no to my sister. “Yes,” Margo agreed, her smile not reaching her eyes. “Grace has always been so accommodating. Haven’t you, dear?”