Mr Masters Novels & Stories

Moreover, outsiders who wanted to rush in to help would be hacked to death if they were not capable. “Master Rockefeller, what are we going to do? My dad is trapped inside! He will get killed if he makes any mistake. He just advanced to the rank of Grandmaster, he could not become the Grandmaster with the shortest lifespan in history!” Kazim hurriedly said. He used to think it was embarrassing to refer to Alex as Master Rockefeller. However, now that he had seen his medical skills, especially after he had helped his father to achieve Grandmaster, he had absolutely no psychological barrier for calling him Master Rockefeller. It was because he lived up to the “Master” title, regardless of him

Master applies the healing cream to the cuts and bruises that are still taking too long to heal and then takes me to bed, holding me tight until I relax and drift off to sleep. We do this for the next few evenings. I wake up shivering in the Master's arms, reliving in my dreams not only the Master's attack but Morgan's and Norman's as well. It, however, doesn’t take the Master long to remove the memory of them and replace it with pleasure, which is getting more intense and harder to deny each time he touches me.

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Giving her right cheek a solid pinch, he stood, letting her slide to the floor in a puddle of desire. "You have five minutes to meet me downstairs in running shoes, 'my' shorts, bra, and any t-shirt you want. Don't be late." He walked from the room and she couldn't help admiring his tight, naked ass. *** With every pounding step, she more fully accepted the fact that Master was gone for an extended period of time. He'd left before, but not since Sir's return to their lives. Master had quit his government work, or told them he had. But now, they both knew he had placed himself in danger again. She wasn't sure exactly what Master did, but his last trip had ended with a deep twelve-inch wound t

He's happy that she accepted her offer. "Our latest project, codenamed 'Athena,' promises to revolutionize how we approach predictive analytics and decision-making processes," Mr. Zalinsky, the leader of executive nods with interest. "Ms. Flores, please tell us, how does 'Athena' set itself apart from our current systems?"

Maestro: Life couldn't get any better than it is now. I'm married to my best friend even though that women can drive me insane. And soon our little girl will be here. Let's just say that i'm more scared about having a daughter than dealing with my hormonal wife. Right now we are laying in bed. Well i'm laying she is knocked out. I guess that happens after your husband fucks you good and give you muliple orgasms while seven months along. Oh well she did go to bed with a smile on her face.

I could only keep shut and let him tell me by himself. Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Damien rose from the bed to open it. A stranger walked in, dressed in a black suit. His hair had been styled to perfection, and there was no trace of expression on his face. He seemed like some security. Perhaps the security in charge of the hotel? But what might a security guard want to say this early in the morning? “Young master,” The man called out, and I felt as though my brain was electrocuted. Young master? Why would such a person refer to Damien as “young master?

He smirked at his teasing but I just glared at him. "You wish. You look like shit." I turned away from him and moved my hands to the doorknob, turning it and pushing the doors wide open to reveal the luxury that lay inside. It's expected of a Pakhan, the Bratva's Mafia Lord. That's what they were called. Sighing, I move to enter the room but his deep voice stopped me in my tracks; "Baby girl," He called and the endearment sent goosebumps up my arms. Good goosebumps though, and I hated it, "You'd better not think about running. You wouldn't get far. Not here, not now.

Of course he did, I lowered my eyes to my lap so they wouldn’t see the hatred flicker briefly across my face, hatred itself was dangerous, the Mothers said bitterness poisoned a woman’s spirit, but lately I felt poisoned already. Two months ago, the Master summoned me to his private study after evening prayer. I still remembered every detail, the smell of incense, the heavy silence, the guards outside the door and him, Gabriel Vane. The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers among the older women claimed he was already in his sixties, his

MYRA The moment we left Young Master's room, Madame Beatrice stopped walking and turned toward me. I immediately knew what was coming. "You are unbelievable." I blinked. "Ma'am?" "You talked back to the Young Master." The disappointment in her voice should have made me feel guilty. Instead, I noticed something strange. She looked more surprised than angry. "I apologize." "You called him a rude billionaire." I cleared my throat. "Technically, I only defended myself." Madame Beatrice stared at me.