Mastery By George Leonard Novels & Stories

"Yes, the Master is going to own me." These words stirred Leon's heart. the soft voice was very melodious and sweet, and perhaps she didn't even know how these words coming out of her lips could affect any living man on this planet. And this did not exempt Leon. He felt his lower body immediately tighten. He was not a man who was a slave of his libido, the reason why feeling hot right this instant felt incredulous to him. It seems as if he was under a spell, and he can't wait to taste her.

But powerful. He raises his hand, and energy flows from his mark into his palm. Controlled. Precise. Beautiful. "This is what mastery looks like," he says. "Not raw power. Refined power." "How do I learn that?" "Practice. Meditation. And accepting that you can't do it alone." He disperses the energy. "You need to stop trying to be invulnerable. Stop trying to carry everything yourself. That's what's making you unstable." His words hit harder than they should.

Revenge turned to her with the same expression Mikail wore and took in the signs that she had been cut by Veritás. "What happened here?" she asked Revenge. It was common knowledge that he would know more about the blade than any other in the manor – he was, after all, the mentor of its owner. She was dazed by the magical blast of ... she didn’t know what to call it, but it had been something like fire. It had caused Delora to go completely slack and she had been forced to struggle to make it look like the fatal blow had come from the blade. Mikail was still hugging her and saying prayers of thanks that she was still alive.

And the person who knocked on the door had opened Deffin's room, he was very surprised to see the scene before his eyes. Unknowingly he squeezed the file that Deffin ordered to deliver him, in his heart he couldn't stop cursing his young master. "Damn! The Young Master is getting back at me, just because I can't be intimate with Elma, he is now paying back by showing off his affection, and damn I'm jealous!" Roy muttered to himself after closing the door directly to Deffin's room. * * *

said Cole. Caspian just smiled. "My fists are more than enough to deal with the likes of you." Cole laughed out loud. "What an arrogant bastard! Don't blame me for being merciless when I cut down your head!" He then charged in at Caspian with both hands gripping onto his machete. He displayed his prowess as an eternal grandmaster who overshadowed the likes of Melvin and the rest of the men. They were all startled by the immense power Cole exuded, and they all realized the strength and power he had achieved in order to be crowned as the master of Galecrest.

"Don't avoid the question and tell me, dammit. What's your mastery level?" "Oh." Noah woke up at his call and sighed hearing the kid's words. "I currently have adept level mastery of the technique." Leon was bummed, he had begun training the Art before Noah but was surpassed by the latter. He quickly shook his head and looked forward with determination. "I'll surpass you!"

"It's just a game, Percy. I'm just indulging a curiosity of mine. It's not illegal, and you have no right to control it." Her cheeks flushed red as she spoke convincingly. "Then I'll leave. This is too much for me. Enjoy your game!" I said, turning to walk away. But she grabbed my arm, pleading with me. "Please, Percy, I haven't finished the training yet. Just wait a moment." "You can train by yourselves. I'm out of here." As I spoke, I suddenly realized what they were talking about—intercourse! "Master, we want to train our obedience."

Seeing me yield, the tension in Dante's shoulders instantly eased, his eyes alight with the thrill of getting his way. The first time we entered the Month of No Masters, I used family contacts to track his every move, almost torturing myself. I obsessively compared every woman he was with to myself. Did they hold hands? Did they hug? Did they sleep together? Every sordid rumor was a new wound. My sanity frayed. I would wake up on our cold bed in the middle of the night, shaking with despair. One night, when I couldn't bear it any longer, I called him. He answered immediately. He didn't complain about the interruption or accuse me of spying.

He wanted the luxurious feeling to last, but every part of his body begged for release. "Georgia, I need to move, please." He said again, his voice husky with need. He didn't wait for a response. He pulled back, watching her face, and pushed back in. His thrusts were not quick and shallow as she had come to expect - but slow, deliberate, and well-controlled. It felt like the best massage she had ever had. Her arms looped around his shoulders, and her legs hooked around his thighs. She pushed her hips upward, wanting more of him - deeper. Even so, Georgia could tell he was holding back. Despite everything, he had so much self control. His thrusts accelerated over several minutes, and then he

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.