Mr Masters Novels & Stories

“I mean, you should have a name. A family.” “I have no one.” “Then how did you get here?” “I don't know.” I slammed my palm on my small, round table, spilling coffee all over the whole place. “I don't know whatever you're up to, but you certainly can't stay here.” I pushed. “I can't be your Master.” Then he stood up, taking slow strides towards me. For a moment, I was blown away by how high and mighty he looked at the moment. If anyone had to call the other master, it could as well be me clinging unto this mysterious guy's feet.

The master is fifty-three now and the intimidating aura that comes with his presence hasn't waned one bit. That was the reason I submitted to him three years ago when he found me at the abandoned scrapyard fighting for my life against those rogues. Every other person addresses him as Alpha Maguire, but I call him my master. I call him my lord. The least I can ever call him is my boss. He earned every ounce of respect I have for him. “You boys will never stop this attitude of arguing unnecessarily,” the master say as he reaches the table. I rise from my seat, rushing over to his and pulling it out for him.

WHEN THE MASTER IS HAPPY Normal life was back in the lives of all the people in the mansion and in the company as the Master Medrex has no problem with his wife. It was only a matter about his wife that would make him really crazy, fierce, and ferocious. When it comes to business, he was a cold-blooded warrior in the business world.

He whispered. "Controlla te stesso e questa dannata sensazione. È solo una fottuta amante. Solo un'amante nient'altro!" He mumbled to himself nodding in his head. (-Control yourself and this damn feeling. She's just a fucking mistress. Just a mistress nothing else!) He made his mind. He wouldn't be bothered by whatever she does anymore. She can do the fuck she wants he wouldn't give two fucks about it like he was unbothered by his previous mistresses.

I have no idea what you're talking about. "Is this a prank?" "You tell me. I just told you you've got the wrong number! I'm hanging up now." "Katherine Tetrazzini. Is this you?" "Wait, how do you..," Katherine paused to refresh her memory even though she was pretty sure she never applied for a job on a business page, and definitely not two days ago. "Who are you?" "I'm James McHale, CEO of Dell's Enterprise," Katherine froze, "do you remember me, Katherine? I'm--

I’m sure he’ll come back… and that he won’t just want to sniff on my neck. *** About a week later… I walk through the headquarters with some possible investors, thanks to Richard being disclosing the shares of MAMA. We always have some appearing in the foundation to know better our project and if they like it, they are already present for the big day. I present every square meter of the old mansion and observe the satisfied looks of each of them, plus five to be part of it all. I hope that after the opening day we will have so many investors that MAMA will be consolidated, and we will no longer need any X cent.

the master growled, in a voice promising danger to Kyle. "No master" Kyle replied, subdued. "Good! it is a good thing that word came to us early, letting us know this bastard is up and about. Did he really think that I, Brutus, would allow him traipse about my city parading as something he is not. I would make an example of him" the master shouted menacingly. He stood up and crouched over the unconscious body and sniffed it. Then he looked up at his men "did anyone see you with him?" he asked them

He asked, reaching for his discarded shirt. “I… you must have had a lot to drink if you cannot remember everything that happened last night” She giggled, her cheeks staining with a blush. “I remember us talking about my mother and the dancing and the drinking” He groaned. “Here, let me help you” She reached for the buttons of his shirt. “Then we came over here and… we did…” “Do not tell me we had sex” Henry ground out, his eyes flashing. Sophia nodded, smiling at him.

“Yes. And she’s targeting masters specifically.” My brows shoot up. Damn. Now I’m intrigued. I settle deeper into the booth, letting a smirk tug at the edges of my mouth as I stretch my arms across the backrest. “Seems to me,” I say, my voice low and sarcastic, “that a Master should be able to take on one measly little female. If he can’t, then maybe he’s not worthy of leading an army—or a nest.” West’s eyes flash, his expression turning even darker.

Master hates when submissive isn't properly dressed up and washed. Rule No.5: Don't talk to any male no matter who they are till Master asked submissive to do so. Except for Mr Valentino Master's father. P.S: IF SUBMISSIVE BROKE ANY RULE EITHER INTENTIONAL OR WITH MISTAKE. PUNISHMENT IS COMPULSORY. With that, the first page ended up. I gulped before placing the rest papers in the drawer. I think it's enough for now I have to digest all these rules first before learning others.