Masterpiece Collections Novels & Stories

The sound of glass bowls all shattered, and everything on the table fell scattered with just one movement pulling the tablecloth. All the chefs and waiters were surprised, usually, the Young Master did not matter if the menu served was all seafood. Meanwhile, Roy just sighed. "Huh, what a moment, damn it!" Roy thought. "You want to kill my wife!!! Why are all the menus seafood? You're all stupid," growled Deffin. Suddenly everyone apologized and they quickly cleaned up the mess in the dining room, the chefs immediately cooked another menu. "I just don't like seafood, but I won't get poisoned if I eat it let alone die. This young master is not only horrible but also weird. But, how did he kno

Madame Beatrice stared at me. I stared back. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then she sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I have worked in this mansion for over thirty years." That sounded like a warning. "In those thirty years, I have seen dozens of personal maids." Definitely a warning. "Not one of them talked back to Young Master Terrence." I scratched my cheek. "Well..." "Not one." "I understand." "Not even once." "Yes, ma'am." She shook her head.

Doris was clearly sidestepping my question, yet the onlookers seemed to interpret her behavior as an admission of my alleged degradation. Jennifer's voice rose above the murmurs, her arms waving with fervor. "Guys, if we turn a blind eye today, who will stand for us when our time comes? Today, we are the judges of the mistress! For this shameless mistress who wreaks havoc on others' family, we owe it to ourselves to mete out justice!" Encouraged by Jennifer's impassioned words, the students jumped onto their desks, their chant of "Expel the mistress and make it right" echoing through the hall.

But as we stood on the precipice of a new war, I chose to fight the first battle on my home turf: the canvas. ==== The Grand Galerie was a cathedral of glass and white marble, a space designed to make art feel like a religious experience. Tonight, it wasn’t just a gallery; it was a fortress. The elite critics from London, Paris, and New York were huddled in small, hushed circles, their voices a low hum of anticipation. For five years, I had been the “Madwoman of Aethelgard.” Tonight, the invitation carried only one name, embossed in gold against cream cardstock: VICTORIA VERMON.

Zhang Wei came out to hear his master. "Master actually we are here for........" "Here for what? I knew that you two are unkind but never expected this from you two. Get lost from my eyes." Master became mad at them. He was disappointed at them. They left from that place. "Why did you do this Chenguang?" "I am so sorry Zhang Wei. I couldn't control myself." "What will I do with your sorry? Listen I have a plan. Today we will steal the book from master's room"

I tossed the card to the ground and said indifferently, “The payment for this banquet is nine hundred thousand dollars. Please remember to pay what you owe me.” Carlson looked up and said mockingly, “Professor Taylor, aren’t you poor? Five years ago, you were barking like a dog for just a thousand dollars.”

She never liked to be presented to others as a flawed person with a complexity of both rational and emotional thinking. Thus, she spent the whole six months: only catching sight and appreciating her previous paintings in the past few months and creating her recent Via's Masterpiece. She had prepared foods and drinks for six months to indulge in her greatness without the interruption of setting foot outside this safe area. She laid down on her bed that carries an undeniably soft foam, pillows, and a blanket and stared at her capability in art - her collection of masterpieces. All traces of anguish within her vanish.

Oh… Perfect time to eat - she thought with her eyes focused on the tray amd not ready to take notice of the lady's appearance. She could tell how delicious the meal would be just with the salivating aroma coming out already. "Master asked me to give this to you" the lady proffered the tray to her as she collected after muttering a low but audible "Thanks" She cared less and ate to her satisfaction and belched loudly after drinking a lot of water. Ugh… Time to do some sight seeing… *

40 (Part 1) His Side Arthur’s Point of View The moment I open the door to our house, I had this feeling of uneasiness. I work late again today and my wife is alone in the house but I heard some weird noises as I approach our bedroom but when I was about to open the door my feet caught something in the floor and my heart started beating fast as I squat and look at the jacket that I know so much. It’s tangled up with my wife’s panties and the moment I open the door of our bedroom my world crashed.

He asked for a clarification. Scarlet Heart nodded. “Yes, Master Cullen Lee, I am your sex slave, right? I am Heartcille Reina.” She said while giggling. Cullen Lee could not believe on what he was hearing. ‘What the fuck is happening?!’ He thought. He shook his head. “No, you are Scarlet Heart, Miss Reina has freckles and she is not as pretty as you but I love her. I love her so much.” Cullen Lee said.