Mastery Greene Novels & Stories

The two persons in front of her received their marks and when it came to her turn, the scent filled her nose. She felt shivers run down her spine. She moved to stand in front of Master. Leader of the Conquerors, Master was an enigma. His name was hidden and he didn't often make an act of presence. Except for today. When he looked down at her, he saw brown pupils staring back at him. They were shining in the dim light of the podium, glowing in the dark. He drove in them, searching for darkness. That's when he saw red and blood. Trauma.

"Are you guys playing a new game? Can I join?" "Is... Is this your dog?" "Yes" "Can you tell it to leave me alone? I'm not a bad person" "I don't know that. Daddy says Freddie has an eye for bad guys. He doesn't like them" "I promise I'm not bad. My name is Tanner Hale and we just moved here. We're going to be neighbors"

And all Undescriable pleasures of life. I had heard that Martin Knight Castillo who was the CEO of all the Castillo Corporation handed that position over to his twenty nine year old son, Damien Knight Castillo, who came back from abroad recently. No one had seen him at the hotel yet, but I heard the rich people talking about how handsome, cruel and heartless he was.

"That hunk doesn't look like he's into inexperienced college girls" "you're right. There are always pictures of him with different models on the internet and even magazines". That had my eyes popping. "Wait...you know him?". She gave me a look of *are you kidding me right now*. But I only stared back at her like a dumb little girl. "that's Damon Graves. Dude is a freaking billionaire. He's the CEO of Voxel Enterprises". She clarified. " oh". That was all I could say. Between, his name gave me the chills. I mean, who on earth answers "Graves"?

I still can’t believe how I ended up agreeing with my father and grandpa’s plan on pretending to be the missing wife of that mafia boss. Well, it’s all because of the company. I’d rather lose my dignity than our company. “Alright, so we have to start first with Charlotte Greene’s background. She was born in New York City in December 1997. She actually has an older brother named Luke Greene who is a doctor. Her mom died from cancer and her dad left them when she was just ten for another woman.”

Amir said proudly. Amir wasn’t oblivious to the tension between him and Asher. From the way Asher looked at him, Amir could tell that he had feelings for Sofia. He was used to others being attracted to his girlfriend, but this time, Amir felt irritated by Asher. He couldn’t help but feel small in comparison. Unlike Asher, he wasn’t wealthy. He was a simple mechanic from the Sapang Bato Compound in Angeles. His current outfit, one he’d worn repeatedly for special occasions, was far from luxurious.

Doris was clearly sidestepping my question, yet the onlookers seemed to interpret her behavior as an admission of my alleged degradation. Jennifer's voice rose above the murmurs, her arms waving with fervor. "Guys, if we turn a blind eye today, who will stand for us when our time comes? Today, we are the judges of the mistress! For this shameless mistress who wreaks havoc on others' family, we owe it to ourselves to mete out justice!" Encouraged by Jennifer's impassioned words, the students jumped onto their desks, their chant of "Expel the mistress and make it right" echoing through the hall.

In all honesty, he had none and that made him very nervous. After Gerald and Rachel had played their part in delivering a somewhat semi-pathetic somewhat sympathetic speech... he knew he had to pull his socks. As the first born, he needed to keep his head high and not let his little greedy siblings squabble all the attention on them. Rachel really thought she could steal their money by acting more vulnerable. Master Milton would not allow anyone to steal what was his and what he had worked for, for years and years pleading his father and trying to be in his good favor. When he said jump? It was always how high. Never ever why?

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He has always knew she was one tough girl and it would only take less efforts and more training to build her to be very skillful, and he reminisced on the very day she aimed the stone which successfully smashed his car window. 'Oh what a great talent Johnson build there.' He thought with a smile. "Good morning, Boss," the maid greeted with her head bowed, and resumed her duty which was cleaning immediately. Meanwhile, Ice Pick only ignored and walked away. Well, that was expected, so the maid cared less about his attitude. The dinning table was set already and James was already on seat, ready to eat. "Good morning, Ice Pick," he greeted as he picked up his cutlery, but again Ice Pick ignored