Novel & Cerita Master Stars

Bella furiously ended the call. Bella was a wreck, sobbing uncontrollably, and I, ironically, was the one who had to comfort her. My phone screen lit up. A message from Dante. [Aurora, what's wrong? When the sun rises, our Month of No Masters will be over. I'm looking forward to it.] [I miss you.] [To be honest, the girls out there are all boring. Let's not play this game anymore, okay?] The moon was high in the sky; sunrise wasn't far off.

MARIE The night was long, stretching endlessly as I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts spinning like a vicious storm. Every time I closed my eyes, the face of Xavier Storm haunted me. The coldness in his eyes, the cryptic way he spoke it all felt like an intricate puzzle that I couldn’t solve. I had no choice but to play his game, no matter how dangerous it seemed. The more I tried to distance myself from his plans, the deeper I sank into his web.

If you dare imprison our boss, then war is inevitable! Marco was bewildered. Master? What master? Did these world-class champions have a master? Was this some joke? But the serious expressions of Ian and the others left no doubt. These champions would never fabricate a story, let alone one about having a superior. It had to be true. Marco was even more shocked than when he first saw these champions. Who could possibly be their master? "I don't understand what you're saying. I don't know who your master is," he said.

My late father must have been bellowing in his grave. "..he couldn't do anything about it. That's how it is.. if the Master wants you there is no way of going about it." "Do you still see him..?" "Who?" She questioned. "Master Gallagher the 1st.." "Occasionally.." "Do you like it?" I questioned and this made her laugh. "Stop with the stupid questions dear." I felt guilty. "You said Master William was here yesterday?" I changed the subject. "Yes, apparently rumor has it. He wants to permanently buy you off from his father."

As the meeting starts Isabella just continue to act like there's nothing that troubling her heart. "Good morning, esteemed clients and fellow colleagues. Today, I stand before you to present a proposal that will revolutionize the way we approach this project. Our company's track record speaks for itself, and our expertise in this field is really unmatched by anyone else," Mateo stated as he take the stage confidently. Isabella knew that there's no doubt about what Mateo says. Since she once became a part of Stellar Venture, she's aware about how brilliant and successful they are, but today, everything must change, because she's here as his competitor.

One moment, he is enjoying a good fuck from an Alpha, and the next moment—here he is, trying his best not to skin himself alive. There are voices inside his head that are way louder than his own voice. Those voices keep on reminding him that he is an Omega—just an Omega. The lowest of the lowest. The ‘thing’ who’s only goal in life is to be played by those fucking Alphas. A nothing. A sudden crawl of goosebumps invaded his whole body. He can literally feel how hard his heart is hammering inside his chest. He called Cross ‘master’. Master. He looks at his reflection once again and laughs hysterically.

All of the international party set was here to celebrate Thalía’s twenty-ninth birthday, her third such party, if he recalled correctly. Suddenly, across the room, past the dancefloor and the colorfully painted wooden bar with Thalía’s hand-selected shirtless bartenders, Gabriel saw his rival—Mark Elderbrook. Gabriel glanced quickly at his wife, waiting for Calleigh to see the tall American tycoon. Instead, she was staring up at him with an angry frown, searing him with her violet-blue eyes. “Enjoying yourself?” she asked acidly. “Is this why you married me? So you could parade me at parties like your little doll?”

“There is nowhere in Darkholme you can go that you can’t be found. This is the Masters’ home. Each of them will claim their portion of tribute. Without it, they will not be able to join with the welding.” “Can the Masters reserve their part of the tribute?” He looked at me with a confused expression again. “Reserve?” “Yes. Can they choose particular people as exclusive to them?” “They can,” said 288. “Master Cheng has already claimed one of the females as his.” It made sense that Cheng would pick Mandy. The other Masters probably assumed he had a taste for big boobs (which he did, although not in the way they thought). If he could make a claim on the rest of us, we might not get swept up in

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.

Ten thousand people could have stayed here. Marth threw a welcoming banquet where all the higher-ups attended. Logan noticed that all of them had mystique energy, but not a single one was above Mystery Grade. Once one reached that level, they could perform all sorts of magic and techniques, which was why they were seen as Celestial Masters. Ky raised his glass. "To our esteemed guest! May I be so bold as to ask, High Master Pearce? Which Order do you belong to? What grade are you in now?" "Ky! That's an inappropriate question to a Celestial Master!" Marth chided.