Mr Masters Novels & Stories

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 reply by falling asleep. The sunlight hits my face, awakening me. The clock marks eight in the morning as I slowly stretch and turn towards it. I jump out of bed, I’m late for class and I didn’t even finish work. I run to the bathroom and get ready. I go back to the desperate computer. No doubt, I will take a huge zero in this work, which will cost me more hours of studying. Then I notice that the window of my MSN is flashing with the name of Mr. X. Mr. X says:

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

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.

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.

Isabel repeated her question, "Do you know anyone named Big Master around here?" "Okay, Big Master, CEO of the Midtown Group? What business do you have with him, Bennett?" He asked, looking at Bennett. Bennett explained, "I applied for an internship in the fashion department, but I need to meet with the CEO to schedule an interview." Mavis chuckled, "Well, you're in luck, Bennett. I am Big Master, the CEO of the Midtown Group. I must apologize, Isabel, but I was enjoying the charade, curious to see how far it would go." He said, giving a smile from the corner of his mouth. "Don't worry, I'll make up for keeping this for a while now. It's one of the things that shows you still love me despite

“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.

“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.