Masterpiece Collections Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"Forgive me, Grandmaster. I will not speak carelessly with Moza again, especially regarding the Young Masters." “Now, you may continue your work,” Master Markus said, turning his wheelchair around. In the other wing, Moza entered Master Markus’s room carrying a set of cleaning supplies. The room looked like a private museum. There were wooden shelves filled with books, glass cabinets housing a collection of art, and a wedding photo of a young Master Markus with a beautiful woman who radiated a soft aura. That must have been Angela, his late wife. As she wiped the fine dust from the table, Moza’s mind drifted back to Master Markus’s behavior.

Being the princess of a wealthy kingdom she had seen many Princes and kings but something as beautiful as their face could literally lite a girl's heart on fire. The white-haired smiled at her. He had a lean body, but the muscles were quite not so ignorant. He had a perfect jawline and dark blue eyes, which were deeper than the endless sea itself. He was wearing his black shirt up to his third button as the other two were open, which helped his masculine cleavage to peak as he moved.

H replies. “I'm sure it's not dangerous. I mean why would it be?” I ask. I take it in my office and sit it on my desk. I open it and find some black dead flowers. They are just lying in the box with a folded letter. I reach for it to open it. “DON'T!!! Fingerprints!” Damien shouts. **PHONE** “This is Damien Parks at Miller, Thomas and Thomas. We need a detective here immediately. We've received a questionable package.” Damien explains.

There was no one and I stepped outside. I wander the hall of the mansion, I didn't y how beautiful the mansion is, last time. It had many artworks and the decor was amazing. Whoever decorated the mansion was a pro. I went down the grand staircase and walked in the direction I assumed would be the kitchen. My mouth watered at the amazing aroma that filled the air. I was really hungry now that I was not weighed down by emotions, on entering the kitchen, my eyes landed on a plate of spaghetti meatballs and my knight in shining armor. Monica

The celebration was excellent,but the master excused himself to rest before it ended,he must be tired from the fighting and his journey so that was expected. * * * It's been a week since the master returned. I was to serve him today.I was happy that he returned safely and it felt like an honor to serve him.I know I am just being crazy. He was in his room,this is the first time I would enter his room,i wonder what his room looks like does he torture people in there is that why he doesn't let people enter it,what big secret does he hide in there . The master has not been seen frequently since his return, he must be tired from the war.

Or probably cox of the wild thoughts I had about him. I should take the reschedule as a sign. Finish the portrait, collect the commission, never think about that house again. That’s the smart version of tonight. The version where I stay a professional who happened to walk into the wrong room once and never does anything that stupid again. Instead I sit in the dark running the math on when I can go back.

He can always snap, may it be by accident or not. "The Master will see you two now." Henchman said as he appeared from behind the closed doors. I gave a pitiful sigh as we stood and walked into the meeting room. I just wanted to rest for now, unwind from the haunting image of the Kingdom. Not that I would get much rest do to my traumatic nightmares. But it was still nice to have small breaks. Upon our entry Master had his arms crossed over his chest, back against the back rest of the chair. He appeared displeased.

Who knew who would be next to die that night? Still plotting to move after daylight, her thoughts were interrupted by the knock on the door. About ten maids walked in with each person holding five bags. "Isn't this extreme? I only need about four or five." She complained. Why spend so much on someone who wouldn't stay the night? "The master's orders." One of the maids replied. "Please, try them on." Rylie spent hours trying dresses of different colors but almost the same sizes. She didn't complain because it was a fast way to kill time. Soon, she would be out of there.