Mastery By George Leonard Novels & Stories

"I came to end this. I’m going to kill you, take the codes, and buy Marco’s freedom." Leonard didn't flinch. He didn't even look at the gun. He looked at Dante’s face with a terrifying, fatherly pride. "Look at you," Leonard whispered. "The fire in your eyes. The way you hold that weapon. You aren't the trembling boy from the factory anymore. You are the Architect. You navigated a global syndicate, bypassed a high-security vault, and infiltrated a mountain fortress. You did it all because I gave you the reason."

“In my case, I feel like I’m the one being mastered.” “Then…” Joghsec drawls the ‘n’ sound, prompting me to look at him again. He has a sparkle in his eyes as he says, “…put a leash on the master?” I smile. Somehow, his words axed down the rock that rose in my head, a serenity I hadn’t felt in a long while claiming me. I can even visualize the clear line between now and the previous livid state I found myself in. “I’ve never felt this good in a long time,” I whisper. Cold air brushes my face, and I blink as stray strands rest on my lashes.

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

Predictable. I remembered how the space used to feel: suffocating with mold, the floors warped, the pantry collapsing in on itself. Now, it whispered nothing but efficiency. Even the lighting had been redone, motion-sensor lights that could shift from ambient to tactical with a voice command. In the master bedroom, I stood at the foot of the bed. The space was bathed in golden evening light. I opened the safe again, watched it read my eye, then slide open with a hiss. Flawless.

Martins gushed as he carefully tucked the handkerchief into his suit pocket. "So are you going to introduce me to your students, Principal Martins?" "Oh, yes, yes…" he turned to face the class with a bright smile. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, a God sent directly from heaven, a mighty CEO himself…the wealthiest and most famous man in our-" "Mr. Martins" I coughed lightly. "Did I say something wrong Mr. Leonard? You're indeed a God sent from the heavens to bless us, you are-" he paused on his words when he saw my expression darken.

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.