Master Shifu Novels & Stories

The elder who had spoken about him getting a wife heaved a huge sigh of relief thanking his stars as the master seemed to be sparing him. He turned to the other elders and casted them a long angry look. "You all are sitting there not saying a word, what if the master had ordered my prosecution? I would not speak to the Master concerning getting a wife as I do not want to land myself in trouble. As you all know, my wife is pregnant and I have sons and animals under my care. I do not want to loose my life by Master Damien's sword." he rasped and stomped out of the room.

PROLOGUE: WHO HE REALLY IS ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ ♤ SOPHIA’S POINT OF VIEW Young Master Navier. Clan head. Sy Mafia. I have never thought in my life that I would face such words. Words that I am not able to grasp so easily, even if they seem like it. I know that I wanted this and saying that I am having a hard time sinking all of these at once is simply my fault. There is no one else to blame but myself.

Some were sparing with each other whereas others were meditating. The hall was immense, and many students kept working out, while an adult man with an intense beard and sharp eyes was strolling around them casually, correcting their actions and guiding them from time to time. He was wearing a white track-suit. Each of his gesture was refined and elegant. Every student kept mentioning him as 'master'. "Varun, If you can't reach 1500 in the next 3 minutes." Master Bakshi shouted in the hall."I will punch you in the guts."

Sheldon saw her expression and slightly distant tone, and he could not help but say, “Yashita, it’s just the two of us here, so you don’t need to refer to me as Master Sheldon…” Yashita spoke up and said, “But I’ve always called you that for so many years.” Sheldon nodded and said in a self-deprecating manner, “That was all in the past. When my father was the head of the Schulz family, I was naturally the master of the Schulz family, but my father is now feeding giraffes in Madagascar, and I am under house arrest in Aurous Hill. How can I still be considered a master?”

Alexander took two steps into the classroom, not diverting his eyes from Harper for a single instant. The assessment in the mobster's gaze was cold, calculating, but beneath that layer of ice, Harper could detect a glimmer of astonishment and a deep need for answers. "Good afternoon," said Alexander, in a deep voice that resonated against the classroom walls. "I'm Ethan's father." Harper stood up elegantly, wiping her hands on her skirt and maintaining her composure despite the icy air that seemed to accompany the man. "Mr. Cole," Harper responded with serenity and a kind smile. "I'm Harper Grace, Ethan's teacher. We were expecting you." Alexander looked at his son, who remained sitting on t

His voice was deep and commanding, even when he spoke in that cold, professional tone he used with everyone. He never smiled and never showed favoritism. He acted like none of us existed beyond the grades he assigned. And somehow, that made my stupid crush even worse. Sophia raised her hand, leaning forward so her cleavage spilled out of her expensive top. “Professor, can you explain that part again? I’m a little… distracted.”

My only fear had been ending up with a man who actually wanted this marriage, but knowing he did not, gave me the confidence I needed. I picked up my pace, knowing I would be late to my first class. Today was the first day of my master’s in finance, and lectures started in an hour. My best friend, Olivia texted me , *how did it go? Give me all the tea!* My smile faded when Dawson's text came in right after. *Did you call it off? What did he say Red, I have your fucking location, I can see you leaving, stop fucking ignoring me* I sighed. Dawson was stressed so I understood his reaction.

“You’ll cum when I say so. Not before.” She nodded frantically, already unraveling. “Yes—yes, Master—please—” He pulled back slowly—then slammed in again.

Shiloh corrected him immediately. "Just call me Shiloh. I don't like being addressed in a way that makes me sound old. Also, while I once trained at Everglade Mountain, it was a temporary practice. "I never fully took vows—I'm merely a lay disciple, so you don't need to call me 'Master' or anything like that. And one more thing—I see myself as young. So don't call me by addresses that make me sound ancient. I won't remind you again!"

However, they eventually suppressed the anger in their hearts. "Grandmaster Burrey, please have more of these wild mountain mushrooms. They're very delicious!" Scott sat back down as if nothing had happened, even serving Liam a helping of the dish. While doing so, he casually asked, "Grandmaster Burrey, your medical skills are extraordinary. May I ask who your teacher was?" "The person who taught me medicine was a scruffy old man," Liam replied, keeping his head down, focused on his meal.