Mastery Book Robert Greene Novels & Stories

"I'm not stupid." "Your head must have hit something today,” he growled with his hands curled into a fist. "A mission "Well if you've been hearing yourself from the very beginning you would know, you are." He rolled his eyes. I chuckled before strolling about the small room equipped with assortments of spell books laced in shelves. I was looking for the right spell. The right book on how to tame a monster. Whether I liked it or not, I was powerful but Green is a woman on another scale entirely.

I purposefully keep my attention forward as I right the table and begin to gather the fallen books. “Rafe, I’m not surprised to find you here on your first day of freedom. Are you searching for anything in particular?” Robert greets as he bends down and picks up a book, examining it. “The Moonstone?” he questions as he sets the book on the table and slides it across to me.

"I would love for you all to read this book— the forty-eight laws of powers by Robert Greene. Just like Mr. Dominic says, understanding your client is one thing, and yes, communicating with your client like Mr. Rudiyah says it is what leads you to understand your client. But after that, what next? Is there anyone that has read the book? Can you enlighten us on what to expect?" As usual, no one raised their hand except Sage. "Anyone apart from Mr. Dominic?" I asked again, but they all remained quiet. "So, does this mean you're all going to do a five page essay summarizing the entire book? You leave my class forever if you use artificial intelligence to do this work. That, or you have to say s

I make sure I keep my eyes lowered in case I make eye contact—which I'm not supposed to do. "This is Master Dominic. He's here to make sure the test isn't biased as you know both me and your master. All you have to do to pass this test is follow my instructions and behave." Master Marcus tells me with a stern voice. "Do you understand?" "Yes Master Marcus," I reply respectfully. "Good. Kneel at display." I drop to my knees and adopt the position Nathan taught me. Butt on heels. Knees spread apart. Hands laced at the small of my back. Back straight and eyes lowered. I hold as still as I can and make sure I don't lose my concentration and accidentally look up.

Robert's father makes me get up from his son's dick by taking me by the neck and says, “I am the Master.” I wonder what Robert is thinking but I just see him extremely excited and wanting to get on the power's side, the father's side. The Master's cock seems gigantic. It is like a dolphin ready to dive into me. He pushes me towards the couch and lifts my legs up. He is on me like an animal, breathing heavily in my ear and pushing, pushing, pushing.

"It is something Marcus used to say. He even wrote it in a book he published. I think it was called 'Meditations'. Now answer my question." Ray nodded and didn't say anything else. He didn't know why his master was suddenly talking about these people. He was sure that it had something to do with the screening spell earlier. If he wasn't wrong, the spell had caused his master to relive those moments when he was with these people. So in other words, they had this stranger to thank for his master's strange state. He was also just going to breeze past his master's eagerness to receive his reply when the old man hadn't even answered his question. However he knew they were getting there.

But something had shifted. I passed a bookstore with its lights still on. In the window was a sign: GED Prep Books Clearance Sale. I stared at it for a long time before making up my mind to check it out. The woman behind the counter looked up when I entered. I didn’t speak. Just pointed at the book in the window. “That one’s five,” she said. I pulled out a crumpled five-dollar bill from my pocket and handed it over. Walking home with that book felt like stealing light from the sky.

He looked up at me as I leaned over the partitioning wall and said, “The Book is the answer to all questions.” He sounded like a newly baptised religious nut. Just what I needed, a Jehovah’s penis. “That’s great but was there anything in the Book—” I thought it best to sound as reverential about his new Bible as him “—that could help us against the Masters?” “No,” said 288. “The Masters cannot be defeated.” Well, not with that attitude they couldn’t. “What if all the golems were to attack the Masters? Could they win?” “No,” said 288.

I push the door open. Ian and Robert are sitting inside my study. The room smells of old paper and leather. Thousands of books line the walls. A massive mahogany table sits in the centre, covered in maps and missives. Robert is leaning back in a chair, twirling a pen between his fingers. Technically, he is Mitchell’ personal assistant. In reality, he has the power and responsibility of a Beta. He just refuses to take the actual vow. "Too much paperwork comes with a title," Robert says, not even looking up as I walk in. "I prefer my head exactly where it is."

I went to sleep at a reasonable hour and woke up the next morning and did it again. The interesting part was watching what everyone else did. The financial press was largely respectful, some of it genuinely admiring. Two major publications ran long analytical pieces on the acquisition strategy and both of them used the word masterclass at least once. The business community was fascinated in the specific way it is fascinated by a story it did not see coming, which meant the story had legs and the coverage kept building on itself without me having to do anything to feed it.