Medical Master's World Novel Novels & Stories

But thinking about it, what else should she expect? After all, it was not like she accepted the job without knowing its true nature. 'My master is a boy witch, after all.' Abby told herself as though reminding herself that one know fact would normalize everything that she found out of ordinary around her.

Even if the person in front of him was a wealthy young lady, having one's professional skills questioned was not pleasant. "No need." Dominic spoke. The doctor in front of him was the best surgeon at the Toronto Hospital. The doctor gained acknowledgment, and his expression improved slightly. With a look of longing in his eyes, he asked, "Mr. Carter, may I ask, was the pill the Old Lady took given by a Master?" “A Master?” Dominic's dark eyes flickered. Clara looked as if she had seen a ghost, glaring fiercely at Alessia. Was this doctor delusional? How could a rural woman be considered a master?

I shut the book and lie on my back, staring into shadows as tears trail freely down my face. I do not know why I am crying. It is not my life and yet it is. The Master told me of Criston the Cruel. He too was cursed without a mate. I did not understand truly why he cursed the world into an EverNight, but if he endured forty years of this cruelty, perhaps there is more to him than what the books say. I remember the images the master showed me. The loneliness in his eyes and more tears fall, and I weep as if the heart that is broken is mine, quietly into the shadows.

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I hope you felt the emotions, the pain, and the happiness that came with their love story. Meaning of the Story: The Mistress is more than just a tale of betrayal and love — it is a story of forgiveness, redemption, and second chances. It shows that even when love is tested by lies, pride, and mistakes, true love will always find its way back. Lorain’s strength reminds us that pain can turn into power, and that forgiveness is not a sign of weakness but of courage. In the end, the story teaches that real happiness comes when we choose to let go of the past, forgive, and love again — not because everything is perfect, but because love deserves another chance. ❤️

Nerissa spat angrily, but Isabella shook her head. "But you also know the truth, Nerissa. Mateo and I, we never signed any divorce papers. You're living a lie." Nerissa sneered. "Oh, please. You disappeared, Isabella. In the eyes of the world, you were as good as dead. Mateo moved on. We're married now. That makes you the mistress, trying to worm her way back into his life!" Nerissa said heatedly, she's breathing hard, her cheeks and ears slightly reddened. Isabella feels like there's a huge knife that stabs her chest with every word she says.

For this reason alone, Young Master had read countless books and walked different paths of life. He was gentle, elegant, and refined. He was completely incompatible with the Yorks’ stronghold and stuck out like a sore thumb. One would not expect a single failure in his conquest for romance to instantly revert him to how he was originally.

the Master said, his tone low and dangerous, “then start with this. Why is my favorite and best creation… my masterpiece… suddenly declared dead? Why wasn’t I informed firstly when all this death of a thing began but learned about it from the media. Matilda’s breath caught in her throat. She opened her mouth to respond, but no sound came out. Her mind raced as she tried to piece together an answer that wouldn’t end with her demise. “Well?” the Master pressed, his voice sharp now, cutting through her panicked silence. “I’m waiting.” “I—I didn’t mean for it to happen,” Matilda finally stammered, her words spilling out in a desperate rush. “It wasn’t supposed to be this way! I gave her the pill

She looked at me, concerned and taken aback. "It is a group of seven men from across the world. They decide the course of the world. Be it politics or the underworld, they control everything.", I stated. "What are they? The illuminati or something?", Akanksha asked, slightly amused. I smiled at her. Obviously it sounded like a stupid subplot of the big villians from movies - but only if it was. " They are pretty similar, but the only difference is The Masters are real. The Illuminati is not..", I stated.

Alice’s P.O.V. As I step into the Master’s room, the powerful smell of alcohol and smoke reaches my nostrils. My eyes widen in shock, seeing the room’s condition. Everything is in complete disarray. What is going on? Then my eyes stop at Master, he is sitting on his chair, staring straight with a blank expression and puffing on his cigarette. He is so engrossed in his deep thoughts that he doesn’t even come to know about my arrival.