Mastermind Character Novels & Stories

A Master is not a person who only relishes the benefits that his superior status entitles him. Certainly, all of these characteristics could and often do exist within a Master. He may be demanding and at times selfish. He may genuinely enjoy and even be aroused by the power that he has over a sub. He may be able to expertly control his emotions, issuing his commands and enforcing his discipline with stone-faced determination.

Master leans forward on his chair while crossing one leg over another and tilts his head to the side. “You heard a rumour and you want me to confirm if it is true or not?” His eyes dart across the six of them and settle on the one who looks like the leader. “Not at all Master” he falls on his face, “we dare not make decisions for the only descendant of the moon goddess amongst us” Master immediately shoots out of his chair as the words reach his ear and I see him ball his hands into a fist. “What did you say?” He growls climbing down the little stairs in front of him.

The Master turns the clipboard so I can see a small black and white photograph at the top of the board; she looks exactly like Elle, just younger. “Elle?” I ask him softly. I’ve felt my mate with my own hands; I’ve touched every inch of her body and I’ve tasted everything she has to offer. My mate is not a copy of some poor female who was killed because of her blood. “She’s a different story. A tricky little project for my team but different.” The Master chuckles to himself before turning the clipboard away so he can look at the page once more. “Let me be clear about what I’m offering here. You now know I have endless girls to send your way.” He coughs a little when he turns his back on me a

She looked up at the culprit in confusion only to find her Master standing there with a jug in his hand and a mocking smirk plastered on his lips. He was dressed up in gym attire. Rafael had a habit of waking up sharp at 5 am and using the gym till 6 am. He was supposed to have his bath at 6:15 am and to arrange the bath and his clothes were Rose’s duty now but she was nowhere to be seen.

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.

” “Y-Yes, sir. Will update you later when I’m done.” End of call. The Mastermind keeps holding his phone as he intently studies the moonlit view from his very dark room. This kind of night reminds him of the many sexual conquests and immoral acts that this beautiful mountain home has witnessed. And he knows that there will be more especially since he has now begun the war to finally bring everything together… The second phone call comes in and his answer was immediate, “Yes?” ”Sir, the plan is progressing. She’s already part of the game.”

Master was a perfectionist in everything he did even down to the mode of torture he uses when somebody annoy him too much to warrant a slow death. Every recruit of the resistance watched Master's means of torture as an indoctrination ceremony so that they will know that will happen to them if they decide to betray the resistance. The kidnapper had watched someone who displeased the Master got dragged into the compound half-dead by the guard which was always with the Master's best friend who was a female.

Wrong question, that's a dead end. “Master seems quite busy, what does he do?” “He owns a chain of shops and some restaurants and clubs.” OK, that was something, now it comes… “Mr Reyes isn’t a noble, is he?” There was a long awkward silence. “What are you implying?” His tone got a hundred degrees colder. Fuck she pissed him. He must be one of the loyal ones. “I’m just trying to learn something about him. I was just wondering how did he manage to achieve all this, alone without any support? He must be an amazing businessman.” There, she made him a compliment about his beloved master.

Master applies the healing cream to the cuts and bruises that are still taking too long to heal and then takes me to bed, holding me tight until I relax and drift off to sleep. We do this for the next few evenings. I wake up shivering in the Master's arms, reliving in my dreams not only the Master's attack but Morgan's and Norman's as well. It, however, doesn’t take the Master long to remove the memory of them and replace it with pleasure, which is getting more intense and harder to deny each time he touches me.

And then another man was caught by the other drones. A young man in a hood was keeping his watch on a corner. When Zatima focused on the corner side and back to the older man. The man dissappeared. Then she put her attention back to the young man but he also dissappeared. "Shet!" she spoke. Closed her eyes and deep breathed. She put her mind into track to remember the whole thing. The mark. The mark. It was the mark the same as the grandmaster's. It was barely seen and is hard to recognise from a far view but for her who already neared the headmaster. She is sure with no doubt that it was the same mark the headmaster carried in his index finger.