Mi Maestro De Vida Novels & Stories

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."

I smirked while looking at my handsome face. “I have been so handsome since birth.” I mumbled to myself and then chuckled. When I was young my life was so carefree. I did not care about anything, my parents let me do whatever I wanted and it led me to become a professional online gamer. But now that I am 24 years old, my life has changed. My mom and grandfather kept on nagging me to become the new CEO of our biggest department store in this country because my grandfather can’t be the CEO and the chairman at the same time, getting older huh?!

A man just shot the two of them without even giving it much thought. “Mia, che cazzo sta succedendo? Dov'è il Maestro?” he says or asks, and I have no idea what he is saying. {Mia what the fuck is going on? Where's Master?} Mia shakes her head. “Non è qui. Metti il composto in isolamento. Nessuno dentro, nessuno fuori. Trova Greta” she sounds as if she’s ordering him. {He's not here. Put the compound on lockdown. No one in, no one out. Find Greta}

I simply carried out my responsibilities with him. My phone buzzed just as I was about to walk into the room. I was about to enter when it rang. Ah? It's Ma'am Sher. "Good morning, Ma'am." (Miss Ponciano, where have you gone? Do you have any spare time right now?) "Ma'am, I have a class today from seven in the morning until ten a.m. Mam Can is our professor—" (Ms. Canellie is defending her Master's thesis at this time. huh? Didn't she tell you about that ?)

Women definitely watched him with hungry eyes full of need and desire but it takes more than a pretty face to catch his attention. People often made the mistake of believing Dominance was loud. Master Steele proved otherwise. His authority lived in restraint. In patience. In the dangerous calm behind His silver eyes. To those privileged enough to know Him, He was a Master in every sense of the word — respected, feared, desired. A man who understood the intricate dance between control and trust better than most understood themselves. BDSM was not a hobby to Him. It was culture. Psychology. Ritual. Art. And Fantasy was His masterpiece.