Master Shifu Novels & Stories

"That woman is so insolent, Don Ariani! She had the nerve to use your first name just a second ago, so I was just about to tear her apart for you, Don Ariani!" "E-Edoardo…" I forced the name out through the pain, my voice a raspy whisper. I raised my head, meeting his gaze despite the blood trailing down my face. I looked at the man the world feared and gave a faint, chilling laugh. "Is this how you greet your master after not seeing each other for seven years?"

“In my case, I feel like I’m the one being mastered.” “Then…” Joghsec drawls the ‘n’ sound, prompting me to look at him again. He has a sparkle in his eyes as he says, “…put a leash on the master?” I smile. Somehow, his words axed down the rock that rose in my head, a serenity I hadn’t felt in a long while claiming me. I can even visualize the clear line between now and the previous livid state I found myself in. “I’ve never felt this good in a long time,” I whisper. Cold air brushes my face, and I blink as stray strands rest on my lashes.

"I like this rebellious side of you. I was starting to think you're dim-witted." "She won't kill you." He added when I remained unwaveringly quiet. "If you love her why are you doing this? Why do you white men do this? I don't understand. I'm disgusting, you constantly tell me that. I know, Mast—" He glared at me. I wouldn't dare say his name. I wouldn't. He will forever be Master William to me. "I know I'm disgusting but why do you keep doing this. I suppose it's some sort of fun sport for you all."

" Ah! My apologies and .... Shin?" Galahad apologized as he turned to Master Shin, giving him a weird look like he was confirming his title. Master Shin just shrugs, looking absolutely bored. " Shin here is bad with names. Do forgive him." He says with a smile as he jabs Master Shin's stomach. ------------------------------------------------------------------------

The man Joshua called 'Master Specter' was Andrew Specter—a name renowned in the martial arts world. As the most outstanding disciple of the 'Shattering Fist' lineage in recent years, Andrew's martial arts had reached a state of perfection despite his young age. There were rumors that his skills were nearing the level where he could harm people with a mere leaf. Unlike some martial artists who trained arduously, Andrew was once greedy for money and status, accepting commissions from business and political elites. His most notable feat was when he had just emerged on the scene, preventing 27 assassination attempts for his employer in a single week.

They were in the library in front of each of them a deep bowl with some water needed for today's lesson but what a waste it was for nothing, and at last they paid some attention to him and stopped. “Okay! This is your Magical Master and he is a Water Magician next to Master Lai. Suho will teach you how to control water.” Pointing at the handsome young man beside him, he said, the princes turned their eyes to him, and Sivana's eyes turned to hearts. He was a young man of flower age, with blond hair, a gentle smile, perfect white skin, of medium height, wearing a gray suit with white interspersed in it. "Why are all our teachers... hot?"

Of course. "Miss Hwang, please keep your mouth shut and don't spoil our grandson's event," Mike said defending Khan's pride. Miss Hwang smiled. "I don't intend to damage it, and I also don't want to linger on this weightless event. Just don't even one of you, dare to insult my master," said Ms. Hwang as she walked out. All fell silent and wondered, who is the master he was referring to? The guests looked at Jeremy Mose and Esmeralda.

I nodded, neither mocking nor pitying him. "The tech industry always welcomes those truly willing to learn. If you want a genuine second chance, consider signing up for our programming training course—it's free." Jason froze, a complex mix of surprise and disbelief in his eyes. "Why… why would you help me?" I took a sip of coffee and replied, "I'm not helping you. I'm giving every sincere learner a chance, including the former you." Back in my office, I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the bustling city and the sunset in the distance.

Unbeknownst to her, her timid, animal-like presence, skittish, wide-eyed, and radiating raw fragility had caught the unwavering attention of the Head Master. He stood at the far end of the bar, a towering figure exuding authority in a tailored black shirt that hugged his broad, muscular shoulders, his expression perpetually unreadable behind a neatly trimmed beard that added to his enigmatic allure. Known simply as "The Owner" or "Head Master" to the bar's elite clientele, he was a legend in this underground world—ruthless in his control, yet revered for his unwavering fairness and deep understanding of the human psyche.

Master waved his hand to Henchman and he went quiet, but you could still tell he was seething underneath his cowl. "You have grown bold in my absence, Aria. What has changed?" His mood went from brooding to amused. I have not changed, why is everyone assuming I am changing. Just because I am an obedient soldier, doesn't mean that I don't have times where my temper runs thin. Besides I use to be a General myself and I hated being around the bush. So didn't the others. "Forgive me Master. Being a General myself once, I know how imperative it is to disperse important information." Sebastion bit his bottom lip, trying to suppress his laughter. I elbowed him into silence. These where our leaders,