Novel & Cerita Mastery By George Leonard

The attitudes of businessmen and mafia such as cunning, deceit, and manipulation, as well as power struggles, gang feuds, he had seen and experienced all of them himself. And the most terrifying of them all is the one who has everything. Money, power, and connections, but remains calm, just like a crocodile swimming in water that does not cause any ripples. So quiet, yet so deadly. That's how he see him, Zachary Dawson. The young master, who will soon inherit all of his father and grandfather's property and will have the title of Master Dawson. What he admires about Zachary Dawson is his tenacity, commitment and intelligence. He seems so perfect. That's what makes him scary in the eyes of hi

“Moza, please clean my room. I will be writing on the terrace. Ensure the chairs, table, and windows are spotless. Do not leave a single speck of dust behind." “Yes, Grandmaster,” Moza replied as she hurried out of the kitchen. She passed Master Markus’s wheelchair with a heart full of turmoil. Once Moza had gone, Master Markus looked at Madam Lintang with a profound, piercing gaze. "Lintang, you have served me for decades. You know the rules of this family—some things are better left as secrets." Madam Lintang bowed her head deeply, her face etched with regret. "Forgive me, Grandmaster. I will not speak carelessly with Moza again, especially regarding the Young Masters."

She was still lost in her fantasy world when the Master's voice brought her back from her daydream. "Get on the bed and spread your legs" he had said to her without looking back". His eyes were still fixed outside the window with his pipe in his left hand and a cup in the other hand. Lydia felt chills on her skin as soon as she heard the master's voice and she immediately took off her robe and climbed onto the bed spreading her legs wide enough to accommodate him. Her soul was bubbling with happiness and desires, she closed her eyes and awaited the Master. Master Damien took one more sip from his drink and turned, dropping the cup on the table and facing the naked maiden laying on his bed.

A long time ago I had discovered that courage and madness were very close cousins, and maybe it was because of any of them that was accompanying me that I did not hesitate to hold hard and with both hands in the fist of the one who pulled me. It was a perfect move. Almost like a choreography rehearsed in advance. I slid under the strong arm covered by black mesh and got up, turning completely. Standing, I held firmly and pushed the hand that used to hold me, pressing on the median nerve back and up, lift and pull my leg and go down with all my strength on the elbow stretched like a rope. Bones creaked and burst in my ears, just like the scream of the hooded man. He turned to let go, and almo

Just walked to their booth, said something low, and the men left without paying. Afterward, Leo looked at me and said, “Good. That’s how you stand.” That was the first time I felt it. Not fear. Not anger. Pride. Not in a loud, glowing way. Just a small fire in my chest. I was still here. Still learning. Still standing. My wrist healed. I kept reading. Sometimes, I read out loud to myself in the storage room. Just a paragraph or two. Once, Jenna heard me. “You got a good voice,” she said. “Strong. You should use it more.”

Sinister never thought one day he will have such a beautiful family. Everything came to track and a beautiful one to be precise. Indeed there is a bright sun behind every dark cloud. ______________________________________ So this was the end of Yes, Master finally. The next book is already up on my profile known as “No Master” containing Rafael Hunt and Rose’s story. Don’t forget to give it a try. A story filled with regret, love, dark romance, and redemption. Do remember to like and leave your reviews about Yes, Master. I tried my best to give justice to my characters. So my readers. Wish me luck for the future and don’t forget to support me.

Robyn: I wasn't asleep long when the pounding in my head woke me up. I probably shouldn't have been asleep yet anyway. But whatever the doctor gave me knocked me out. And now I really need to pee . Ugh! I climbed out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. I went to the door which was already cracked to ask Maestro if I could come in. But when I got to the door I froze. I was staring at this god of a man in the shower jerking off. Damn his cock was huge. Not that I have anything to compare it to but something tells me it's above average. At least 10 inches with thick veins visible from here. My god what I would give to have that be the first dick to ever be inside of me. I have to get out of

Leon was silent, thought for a moment. "Is he the one behind all this? George is his name?" asked Claire curiously. "His name is George Key. He's an investor in the game I made. But, I'm sure he's not the main mastermind behind it. He is also just a pawn," said Leon. "Aren't you, George? A guy like you is just a pawn played by other people!” exclaimed Leon with a smile and stared at the sky. Claire followed Leon's line of sight.

As he spoke, Gerald raised his hand slightly. "You don't need to know the names of every level, but let me just say this—Dragon Rebirth is a phenomenal technique. Across the universe, it's considered extraordinary. "And paired with your soul power, if you really want to increase your chances of winning that championship, you'd better reach the extreme mastery of martial cultivation. Right now on Earth, aside from me and your seniors, only three others have reached that stage. If you want to win, you must push yourself to that level, even if the bar is high."

“And yet, here you are, helpless and at my mercy. You should’ve trusted your instincts, Valle.” “What is this? What are you doing?” Valle demanded, his voice rising as he struggled against the restraints. Leonard leaned casually against a nearby table, picking up a small vial of glowing blue liquid and swirling it absently. “This, my dear Valle, is my masterpiece. Years of research, countless failures, and now… success.” He gestured toward the clones. “Behold: the fruits of my labor.” Valle’s stomach churned as he stared at the eerie replicas. “You’re insane,” he spat.