Mastermind Character Novels & Stories

“Madam, I'll give you this candy, but can you tell me who your master is? I'm just curious about it don't worry; I promise that I won't tell anyone else. I'm just t before calling the sender right away trying to quench my curiosity” After receiving the candy, the maid couldn't stop smiling, so she answered mysteriously, “it's alright he isn't that famous anyway because he is always playing secondary roles. His name is Felix Castle”. Sure enough, Chloe had never heard of this person before, but she secretly remembered his name and thanked the maid. On the way back home, she couldn't help but find the whole situation hilarious.

"Mr. Bart, Peter Mahone—the former VP from your old company—says he has urgent business with you." I was surprised but agreed to meet him. Peter looked far older than I remembered. The arrogance that once defined him was gone, replaced by exhaustion and humility. "Rex, it's an honor to finally see you again," he said, handing me a business card. I glanced at it—his title read Independent Consultant. "And what brings you here, Peter?" I asked. He wrung his hands, voice low. "To be honest, I'd like to apply for a consultant position at your company. I've been in the industry for thirty years and have extensive connections…"

I straightened instinctively. Something told me this woman wasn't someone to disappoint. "I don't have time for lengthy interviews," she said. "We urgently need a personal maid for the Young Master." The mention of Terrence Hilton immediately made me sit up straighter. "However, there is something I need to know." Her gaze sharpened. "Are you prepared for this job?" The question caught me off guard. Not because it was difficult. Because of how serious she sounded. "This position will test you physically and mentally."

Her chest heaved up and down as she attempted to get some air into her lungs. "If you will do that, you won't know who's the woman who's the mastermind of all the evil deeds." Isabella stopped moving at his words. She had been so caught off guard by his statement. "W-Woman? What do you mean?" "Who's that evil woman, who's your boss? Tell me?!" Isabella asked him again, this time more urgently. She was still trying to fight the urge to scream. Leonardo and his eyes met.

#RULE 9: I WILL NOT ENGAGE IN ANY ACTIVITY THAT DOES NOT BENEFIT, PLEASE, OR AMUSE MY MASTER. As I lie bound and gagged on the cold, hard floor of the playroom, my Master stands over me with a stern expression. He’s dressed in his usual black leather attire, accentuating every curve and edge of his muscular form. A smirk forms on his lips as he gazes down at my helpless figure, and I can’t help but feel a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through my veins.

The Masters were all about the same size (huge) but varied in appearance quite a lot. Only Cheng’s father had the classic demonic look. The rest ranged from ape-like to giant robot. Some had two legs and two arms, others didn’t. One of them was a large ball with a face and no appendages, at least not that I could see. “What’s this I hear about your child wanting to fight me?” said a hairy character whose long arms ended in spikes. “He doesn’t want to fight you, you fool,” said a blocky figure who resembled a 50s wind-up robot. “He wants to challenge for the leadership. He’ll only face you if he finds himself among the defeated.”

Quickly he added with a chuckle, "Don’t worry, she’s not." For the first time, Mikail looked at the man he was talking to. He realized that Revenge was a short man, almost dwarfed by the captain himself. His eyes were brown and his hair (at least right now) was no longer jet black, but had a little silver in it. "Your help has been most appreciated," he said. Revenge only looked at him for a few minutes. He seemed to be sizing the captain up yet again. "For a man so observant, you do not see much."

"The master's skills, you know better than anyone, this time is just an exception." Arnold listened to the other party's words, didn't nod again, but his eyes deepened, "I can trust what you said, we continue to cooperate, but I want to see the master." The butler paused at the words, "See the master?" "Yeah, that's right," Arnold is not stupid, on the contrary, he always likes to have a trick up his sleeve. "I used to think the master was from r country, but these recent events have made me doubt. The master is right here in New York, he's not from r country, he's one of us, the United States people."

Madam's those words caught master's mind with zero efforts as he continued staring at her as if the topic didn't bother him at all. But reality was a lot different, trying to find any single change on her face he then decided to play with his words. "What made you say that?" Throwing another question in reply still sounding aggressive, master glared at his woman through the mirror. Heart could betray but mind couldn't. Master Alejandro started working his mind ever since he won the throne in his favour, working his heart for anyone was the most foreign thing he did till date. Born and brought up by honour, master lived his all life with big noble men who influenced his lifestyle in a rebel w

Lucas slowly said to the young man in front of him, "What? Do you think I'm joking?" The young man couldn't help but take a few steps back in case he angered Lucas. ... Suddenly, a Gene Fighters shouted, "Master is here!" All the young disciples present looked over in unison. A middle-aged man walked over with vigorous steps. The middle-aged man was extremely tall, and his every move was very domineering. ... The middle-aged man looked at Lucas and said, "I'm Master." Master was a Rank 1 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm Gene Fighters. Although Lucas was only a Rank 1 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm Gene Fighters, he was still far behind a Lucas.