Novel & Cerita Mastery Greene

Titles, careers, marriages, reputations — they faded beneath the intoxicating freedom of becoming exactly who they truly were. Under His rules. Under His watchful eye. Under His control. And tonight, as thunder rolled across the city skyline and another discreet black car pulled into the alley behind the club, Master William Steele had the distinct feeling that Fantasy was about to change Him forever.

Bryce slumped into the cracked seat of the last bus out of his street. The sign above the windshield flickered the name of a city he’d only ever heard whispered about,the city where the Masters kept their families. When he mumbled his destination to the driver, the man turned, eyes scanning Bryce’s dirt-caked face, the tear in his hoodie, the grime on his jeans. His look wasn’t curiosity, it was disbelief. Like Bryce had just said he wanted to buy a mansion with pocket change. But the driver only jerked his chin toward the back.

Hearing this, I glanced at my reflection in a nearby store window and froze. My makeup was now a total disaster, mascara streaking down my cheeks. My hair was also a tangled mess from all the running. I had no idea how Graham managed to recognize me in my current state. I barely even recognized myself. I took the tissue and hastily wiped my face, trying to fix the damage. Then, feeling embarrassed, I muttered a quiet thank-you. Graham didn't respond. Instead, he reached out and gently smoothed my messy hair with his warm hand. I instinctively stepped back to put some distance between us, but he moved forward again, effectively closing the gap once more.

Jacob said blankly. When Maeve heard that, she was stunned. "Master of Golden Liberty? The Master of Golden Liberty?" "Of course. You might not be aware that the Master of Golden Liberty is extremely talented. He's very young but has already taken over Golden Liberty and is also a grandmaster. He's unprecedented."

Hermes “Grande,” Mr. Greene, one of Apex’s senior board members, and the cunniest of them, sets his glass down on my table. “Quite the gala you’ve put together tonight.” I force a smile. “It’s Apex’s gala, Mr. Greene. I just signed the checks.” He chuckles dryly, swirling his wine. “Still, you’ve managed to silence a few doubters. At least about the aftereffect of our… small problem., but you know it takes more than chandeliers and Bordeaux to earn trust.”

I got a headache an hour later still with so many questions racing through my head. Thinking of such things wasn't going to help and I sat up straight on my bed. I picked up my laptop and googled the company Miller Inc. I froze immediately when the company's building came into view. Along with the achievements about the company in just a year and a half. And, looking down, I saw his photo. My breath hitched and raced up. The C.E.O of Miller Inc. Jack Miller.

His fucking mistress Her hands balled in fists and her body shook with anger hearing his disgusting wish. She felt as if sewer worms were crawling over her body making her feeling disgusting. She wanted to slap him and to shout that she was not on the sell but she had no right to do that as her master didn’t not like such behaviour. “Fuck your fantasy Manish Upadhyay as I don’t like to share” he said in calm yet dangerous tone which sent shiver down to his spine who gulped down out of fear seeing his cold gaze on him.

So Erwin is now the young master of the mafia, his psychopathic soul makes him increasingly feared by everyone in the underworld. Braak... Sreet... Krreekk... Several people have fallen and even died, they are all prisoners. Erwin ordered them to attack him. The practice arena was surrounded by iron bars, outside the arena there were many bodyguards on guard if anything happened to Erwin. But their young master turned out to easily subvert the ten people. All are armed with weapons controlled by each person, except for pistols. The tables and long chairs inside the arena were all crushed under the weight of the prisoners' bodies. Of those who use a sword on average, only one person can scrat

His eyes were cold and motionless, Arya knew he will be a demanding Master. “Yes … Master.” That was a new word she needs to get used to it. Shade of pleasure crossed his face. Then there was silence. The widows were covered so Arya didn’t know where she was going and there was no other option as to either look down on her knees or at her new Master. He has chosen the second option. She counted the buttons on his jacket and focused on his hands. He knew she was watching him but he said nothing after a while a smirk appeared on his lips and stayed there till the carriage stopped. The door opened and a coachman helped her and Mr Reyes to get out. They were in front of a large mansion surrounde

The Devotion Pack has been almost empty, after the Alpha disappeared, and rumours of Phantom Wolves roaming around scared Pack members away. Adrian crosses him from the list. "How about Grayson?" I hesitate, lifting my head from where I was brushing lint off my jeans. Grayson? "Who's that again?" I ask. The name Grayson doesn't ring a bell in my head, which is strange, since I'm familiar with most Alphas. "Alpha of Freedom," Adrian informs me. No wonder. Shaking my head, I slip off the edge of the desk, and take the pen from Adrian's hand, proceeding to draw a thick red line over the name. My blonde haired assistant stares at me as I resume my spot.