Masterpiece Novels Novels & Stories

She smile and laugh devilishly. Emily scoff and cross her arms while Nathan look at me with a shaking head. I was about to stop Emily and get her out of the cafeteria but she put her hand on my face to stop me. “Yes, that’s true and I wasn’t proud that I got him because I stole him but that’s all over now and for your information his marriage was already failing when I met him and I didn’t know that he was married but yes, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t a mistress because I chose to continue seeing him despite that fact but it cannot be undo and I suffer a lot and you have no idea what I’ve been through but you know what? When I chose to left him and decide to live on my own he followed

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's already filled the space she's got and she's storing them in here." Swigging at the beer, I prise off a lid, looking at a couple of titles. Turn Right at Machu Picchu, Mark Adams... Lands of Lost Borders: A Journey on the Silk Road, Kate Harris... The Innocents Abroad, Mark Twain... A whole stack of Bill Bryson titles... Bit of a theme going on there. Wonder if she wants to travel? Get back to the point... "Michael, I mean no offence, but I have to say this. I know they are your family, but you need to keep those dried-up harpies you call aunts either under control or away from Charlotte.

"All in-suite. Master has a balcony view of the eastern waterline." The master bedroom opened into a wide space with floor-to-ceiling windows behind sliding armored glass doors. The bedframe was still there, dusty but untouched. A built-in closet lined the left wall, deep enough to get lost in. The bathroom held a sunken tub, dual sinks, and a rain shower that could drench a crowd. Each of the other rooms was unique. One painted in muted navy with a fireplace and vintage sconces. Another with faded lavender walls and mirrored closet doors. All of them carried ghosts of former beauty, waiting for resurrection.

"You're going to break your neck, Mila. Tristan was busy with his Notebook throughout the trip, typing non-stop in his recently opened Word file. He had told me something about my idea that solved his creative block having inspired scenes that he had not even imagined for the story. I wasn't sure if he had really said it using these words.

he dropped to a playful whisper, "she can best me with one." "That is not what I meant, Mikail, and you know it, although it is good to see you in such good spirits. For that matter, it is good to see you!" "You have heard rumor that I bring home a bride, but did not hear that she is of royal blood?" They were slowly walking towards Mikail’s study. Ansel’s old legs would not permit him to walk quickly. Mikail walked beside this man, bent with age but still exuberating the pride and authority that had once made him tall and still helped him maintain order, as though it were his natural pace. Ansel’s white hair only added to the air of authority about him.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

I want to sleep, but I keep seeing the Master's exasperated face in front of my eyes for not allowing him to bury himself inside me. So I give up trying to sleep, pick up one of the novels the Master now allowed me to have and sit under the window and read, getting lost in the pages of fair maidens being rescued by their prince charming, the sharing of true love even when it was forbidden. I continue to read until I hear the Master returning. I then put the novel down and move to the centre of the sitting room, standing with my head down and my hands on my thighs.

"Just bare with Master Eugene, in the meantime. He is quite grumpy at times, but he is not always like that. He is really a nice man, believe me." Jorah said in his master defense while he tried his best to move the burnt casserole over the gas range towards the empty countertop. The casserole was almost as big as the size of the cat's body itself so the other party was having a hard time carrying it. Seeing this, Abby came to his rescue.

Not because she was lazy to prepare a warm breakfast, but because the portion was too big, and Maya was reluctant to make it just for herself. Maya then lazily poured the fresh cold milk into a bowl containing corn and chocolate-flavored wheat flakes mixed with pieces of banana and strawberry. The woman chewed her breakfast without enthusiasm. Maya's eyes glanced around and found a romantic comedy novel still lying on the coffee table. Suddenly, she was shocked and shouted. "Oh my God, did I fall asleep in the living room last night?" Maya exclaimed, almost choking on the food that was not yet chewed properly. Maya looked at the surrounding area of the couch, which indicated that she had bee