Masterpiece The Book Novels & Stories

It was industrial, bolted and so out of place. He didn’t say anything, he just keyed in a code, waited for a soft click and then the air hissed the way do. The lights inside flickered to life one after the one, revealing rows upon rows of books, bound in leather, ribbon, and velvet. Stacks of brittle notes, sealed drawers, scrolls in temperature-controlled glass. Nirvana feet took action before she could stop it and her eyes looked around as if trying to assimilate everything and commit it to memory.

To hold the heart of someone who looked like he was sculpted by the gods themselves. She should hold onto him tightly—because I wasn’t sure what I’d do if given the chance to take him. He was a masterpiece. An artwork carved from seduction and destruction. From the way his dark curls faded at the sides to the sinful curve of his lips, lips I wanted to feel on every inch of my skin. My gaze fell to his strong arms. The way they flexed as he handled the wheel. The way I knew they could hold me in place. Pin me down. Choke me….

He had a hard time choosing one. Cassian was feeling undecided when a thin book caught his eye. The few words on the cover were written in an ancient script that evoked a sense of wisdom beyond years. "The Ninefold Divine Technique!" It took Cassian quite some time to figure out the words. "What a grand-sounding name!" After opening the book, he found a note from his ancestor on the first page. "Acquired by chance, with no knowledge of its origins, and its creator untraceable. Following close study, I have determined that this is an exceedingly mysterious martial arts technique. Once fully mastered, its strength might make one unparalleled throughout all ages.

The man had, after all, saved my life – no matter how unusual his methods. If the bedroom had been fit for a queen, the bathroom was made for divinity itself! A vast pool of black marble stretched across the room, steam rising faintly, its surface glowing as if lit from beneath. Silver spouts poured crystal water, cascading into the pool with a sound like rainfall. Vines of obsidian crept along the walls, threaded with faintly glowing blossoms, casting soft, dappled light. The Master must like his blacks very much, I thought to myself, but strangely didn’t feel suffocated or claustrophobic by the dark color theme. Instead, it felt as if I was moving in space, surrounded by stars and glowing

Chapter 27 Retribution’s Retirement In less than a week, Ladies Chadwick and Kinden were settled back at Chadwick Manor and their lords were again inquiring as to what on earth they were planning. To them it was a game, nothing could possibly be serious about it because the women were too happy – in fact, they were so happy they cried sometimes.

And before she closed her eyes, she suddenly remembered a strange pattern of the books. By then, she quickly stood in front of the bookshelf. Then pull one of the books in the center until a secret door was unlocked. “I know it!” Dianna gulped when darkness welcomed her. She looked around and found the switch and turn on the lights. As soon as she opened her eyes, Dianna realized it was a typical room with a mini kitchen, comfort room, and even a living and dining area. There was an old television at the cabinet and a few old things.

Master Series: My Alpha King My Master (Book 1) Written by ©️ Ifeoma Isabella Okeke (Omaisabella) All Rights Reserved. 2021 Chapter 1 KINGDOM OF FAIRY: Somewhere Within the Fairy Kingdom..... A dark clothed figure was seen running and jumping fastly on roof tops, making silent noise. Some group of people, about 10, on horseback, were seen chasing after the dark clothed figure. "The thief is on the rooftop, do not lose him!" one of them yelled out, pointing at the thief, not caring if his voice woke up the entire village.

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… *

I'm afraid that the more I say the word *master* the more I get used to it. "Yes, this is another gift for your slave." He stretched a gift wrapped in bright pink wrapping paper. I walked over to where he was, and took the gift from him. I grimaced staring at the box, merely looking at the colour of the wrapping paper, I could tell this gift isn't something I would appreciate. "Well... Open it." He becokned on me with his hand. I sighed then unwrapped the gift, a book was actually in it. I read the title of the book, *50 ways, a slave could serve her master* what in the world is this.

"No, no, no, we all have our specialties. Actually, I was hoping you could teach me a few things. Would you be willing to come over to my place sometime?" We exchanged a look, both of us sharing an unspoken understanding. "Percy, have you ever heard of a close, private circle that focuses on nurturing women's tractability?" Franklin led me to his house, and we sat in his bedroom as he asked me this question. I couldn't help but smile. He was a literature professor, all right. The way he talked about things made them sound almost glamorous, as if he was presenting the fetish in a much grander way.