Master Roshi Sister Novels & Stories

After being pressured into drinking until I was tipsy, I checked my phone and saw an Instagram post from my younger sister, Daphne. The private room was clouded with cigarette smoke. My client, Mr. Wallace, a bald man, slapped me hard between the shoulder blades. “Lina, you can really hold your liquor. A girl like you is a definite friend for life. Next time, you bet I’m bringing this deal to you first.” I swallowed hard against the bile rising in my throat and managed to stretch my lips into a stiff, professional smile.

Claustrophobia overwhelms me, and the silver continues to sear into my skin. "He did the right thing." That voice. I freeze and let Hendrick slip through my trembling hands. I recognize that voice...and I recognize her presence. Turning around, one of the hooded guards steps forward. Her gold- amber eyes flash, "You are a long way from home, Prophet Alora." "Sashi..." I whisper, which seems to take her aback. She chuckles in surprise, "No. I'm her sister, Serani. But you'll meet The High Priestess soon enough."

Elma casually glanced at Roy who was pursing his lips. "I just taught him about boundaries, we are indeed relatives, but I am his boss when he was in the office," said Roy defensively. "Once a brother is still a brother, no matter where you are if only as a formality, let him call you Master when there are other people among you," Elma said as she sat her buttocks on the sofa. "Yeah, okay, you heard that, Bri... Do as your aunt says," Roy said as he stepped onto the sofa, Roy quickly sat down beside Elma.

Ripped from her home, from her sisters… This thought seemed to finally pull Cassie out of her reverie. This was her sister. They were a team, her Nora and Evelyn, there is no way that this man was taking her without a fight. Evelyn, as usual, was two-steps ahead, already jabbing her finger in the chest of the Alpha, who apparently was named, “Roman.”

The pain of losing a younger sister is excruciating, a fire that burns to the very depths of the soul. She saw her sister in every face and heard her voice in every sound. She drank from her cup with a burning sensation, closing her eyes, then going back in her memory to the time when her sister was alive. Only the sound of the phone ringing brought her back to reality. She opened her eyes in annoyance to see the maid rushing to answer the phone. "Yes sir, now." Unconcerned Rose: Who is calling? the maid: “It's Mister Leo Madam, he wants to talk to the Grand Master.”

He chuckles. I never knew the king had a sister. “I see, she isn’t wrong. Grandmother Philomena is one with great knowledge. I never knew your majesty has a sister.” I say as I pick up a small tray and pick out a branch of monkswood. “Had a sister, she passed years ago.” Alpha Ambrose corrects solemnly. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

"Is that my..." "Sister," the Headmistress says, walking up from behind Alodia. "Yes." "Sister?" Leaning to the side, I take a better look at the picture Alodia and the Headmistress are talking about. In this picture, the Headmaster is standing side-by-side with a young woman. The young woman looked slightly taller than Alodia but wore a similar dress and armor. Also, instead of yellow, her long hair is white. "Your sister was one of Yellow Sun's best students," the Headmistress states. "She and her team aced all their classes and completed all training exercises with flying colors."

"Please Master, let your Mommy-slut cum. I need to cum for you Master, please let me cum." I reached out and put my hand on her head stroking her hair. I'd done it. I'd broken her and turned her into my sub. My loyal, worshipful, Mommy-slut. I looked up to see my Sister standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She smiled at me. "Master, you have turned Mommy into your slut too?" "Yes, now get those pajama bottoms off and get up on the table and spread your legs."

Well I suppose a glorified henchman. "Sebastion, Aria. He wishes to speak with you." Henchman, as we call him, has no sense of humor. When we first started calling Master by his nickname he was moody for months. He was absolutely livid when we started calling him Henchman. He dressed much like Master too, but he clothed in white robes. What where we suppose to do when they wouldn't give us names?

Aunt Sarah rolled her eyes before she took a seat at the sofa and continued, "While you were off at your fantasy world of being Debbie Gibson---" "I don't know who that is???" "SHHHH!!!!" Mara butted in to which her twin sister immediately hushed her to silence before focusing her attention back at their mom who was scolding Abby. Meanwhile, the evil stepmother continued where she left off. "The point is that these girls were here doing your work. My poor Mara here was already suffering from carpal tunnel--" And as if hearing her cue, the moment she heard the mention of her name, Mara once again sported a face as though the world had wronged her.