Masterpiece 2 Novels & Stories

Their shock was palpable, their faces pale as the weight of Matilda’s revelation sank in. The Master’s expression darkened further, his fury barely contained. His masterpiece—the creation he had poured his genius into—was no longer what it was supposed to be. If she could express emotion, it meant she was no longer perfect. No longer untouchable. No longer his. That makes a failure then. The Master’s voice, when he spoke, was quiet but deadly. “Get Gray. Now.” Matt jumped into action, his composure faltering as he scrambled for the door.

“ How about you go for this masterpiece, The Bentley Mulliner Batur!” “ A masterpiece?” Stephanie asked. “ The Bentley Mulliner Batur is a stunning grand tourer that exudes luxury and sophistication. Best fit for a Lady of your status. Haven't you heard of it?” “ Nah!” She shakes her head. "This car is a masterpiece of craftsmanship and design. The Bentley Mulliner Batur features a sleek and elegant exterior with a unique blend of curves and lines that evoke a sense of power and refinement, as you can see!. The interior is equally impressive, with luxurious leather upholstery, intricate wood trim, and advanced technology features.”

That didn't seem like the first time she witnessed something similar. I sank on my couch and waited for Zachary. Tracey walked to Master Sam and took the little woman in his arms. Popping kisses on her forehead several times, he packed her hard in her body. The crying decreased, but the woman was still trembling when she passed by me, heading down the floor.

Amir said proudly. Amir wasn’t oblivious to the tension between him and Asher. From the way Asher looked at him, Amir could tell that he had feelings for Sofia. He was used to others being attracted to his girlfriend, but this time, Amir felt irritated by Asher. He couldn’t help but feel small in comparison. Unlike Asher, he wasn’t wealthy. He was a simple mechanic from the Sapang Bato Compound in Angeles. His current outfit, one he’d worn repeatedly for special occasions, was far from luxurious.

she objected, "I am the antithesis of him. How would it not destroy everything he has worked so hard to obtain if he took me for his bride?" "Mistress of Disguise," Kollin titled her, "return to the one persona no one would associate with you – your own true self." He turned with a smile to Mikail, "Return to your troops and organize your best men into an escort. Declare that you can no longer keep up your military fieldwork and you want to retire to marry the love of your life whom you found in your travels. You will return to your home to prepare for her arrival and your wedding, the escort will follow with Sylvia."

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.

Nerissa grabbed Isabella's hand. "Nerissa, we are going to work here as maid. We shouldn't take advantage of their kindness." But Nerissa wasn't listening at all, instead she also followed inside without even helping Isabella to carry their luggage. "Wow! That's really huge!" The mansion was enormous; it looked like a palace. The floors were shiny white marble, the stairs curved up with intricate designs carved into them, and the chandeliers seemed endless. Before the grand staircase, there are two people wearing maid's uniform.

The maid was gone. "Isn't she an exquisite piece?". He asked, eyes roving lustfully over the female human. Please don't be like him...what is he planning to do?. She pondered internally. She was scared. My eyes finally left him, straying to the girl. They landed on her naked body first. She was truly an exquisite piece. She had slender delicate curves. Rounded hips and ample breasts. Her skin was a natural tan. I couldn't control the wave of lust that overtook me.

Three bedrooms. One of them had been transformed into a gym with a treadmill and a few other workout equipment. Although, judging by how new most of the stuff was, it didn't look like she used the room a lot. The other one had a bed and a mattress. Nothing else. The master bedroom must have been where Natalia spent most of her time. Everything was carefully picked. The bedding included plush throws, knit blankets, and pillows in shades of white, cream, and soft taupe. Floor-to-ceiling drapes in a matching beige shade framed sheer white curtains and a large rug covered the floor.

She patted my sides. She stepped back and crossed her arms. Her face twisted in annoyance. I raised my eyebrows. “What are you looking for?” “I thought you were hiding something,” she muttered. Her eyes scanned the room one last time. “I couldn't possibly hide anything in this house,” I replied. “You guys watch me like a hawk.” Maya huffed. She smoothed down her apron. “The Master is back.” My stomach dropped. “He wants coffee,” she stated. “Now.” “Why?” I asked. My voice came out higher than I intended.