Mcmasters Novels & Stories

He can always snap, may it be by accident or not. "The Master will see you two now." Henchman said as he appeared from behind the closed doors. I gave a pitiful sigh as we stood and walked into the meeting room. I just wanted to rest for now, unwind from the haunting image of the Kingdom. Not that I would get much rest do to my traumatic nightmares. But it was still nice to have small breaks. Upon our entry Master had his arms crossed over his chest, back against the back rest of the chair. He appeared displeased.

Mcmaster said folding and then placing the paper on his hand aside on the table. "What are you all so happy about?" Somebody spoke, buying all the attention towards the direction of the voice. Mrs.Mcmaster walked down graciously with slow careful step. But what more electrifying was the person behind her.. whose eyes were stuck on me..Ryan Mcmaster.. I feel strange to even think of his new name.... It feels he is someone else.. Rather I should say, Stranger... The closer he got, the more nervous I felt. "Nothing.. Just about how incompetent we got to fit into the new digitalized world,"

I replied with a roll of my eyes. Alpha Cadell held a ball in his very fancy, and extremely huge, mansion. He said it was a celebration for his arrival at the new town. I was sure it wasn't only that. "Just keep your manners. We will be in and out before you even know it." Morgana stressed, and nodded her head at some woman with a winged face mask. Did I mention that this is a masquerade? We live in Midwick, Virginia. A very small and very beautiful town, which one would feel was built right in the middle of the woods.

Even if she's the rightful mate of the dominant Alpha but in his eyes, she was just a vermin that hinders his plan to have a strong mate to stand and rule by his side. To be dumped by her mate like that, Tatiana was hurt at the same time, she's in deep rage for putting her in this kind of predicament she never wishes to taste. Yet, her choice to decline was rubbed by him. Alpha Mraz is the root of her misery and feeling angry for everything justified her madness. She has the right to get mad, to resent him, to loathe him but why does her heart still yearn for him? Like there's a speck of puzzle that only he can fix the pieces?

What! ^^^^

She's just like Afnaan maybe more. They walk to the class where Afnaan, Makhdoom, Nadia, Salena and Kaamil sat down patiently waiting for her, "Sorry, Mr. F" she said breathing "And here's a new student, Makiyyah Ja'afar. Makiyyah, this is Afnaan; my best friend, this is Kaamil, Salena, Makhdoom and Nadia." Mehr added when she sat down next to her best friend then Makiyyah by her left; the only empty sit near by. Xxxx

Somewhere behind him, a camera shutter clicked. *****************************************************************

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.

he said. “Oh, trust me I know.” I laughed. “Would you believe me if I said that it was to surprise you when I finally got the job?” I asked sweetly. “Nope.” he laughed again “In-fact you’re notoriously bad at them. “ he said. “Okay fine” I sighed. “I kinda forgot where you worked” I cringed. “Oh.” he said feigning shock. “So, Ms Maya Rachell Thompson, a woman whose favourite colour is pink, a woman obsessed with peonies, who grew up in the West End of Metro Heights –“ he said.