Mr Masters Novels & Stories

Among the main family branch of the Mason family, Cedrick was the only grandchild of the family's elder, while the elder's sister had nine grandchildren, with David being the youngest. Everyone would address him as the Ninth Master. Cedrick and David were cousins and were both around their late twenties. They rarely talked and even held grudges due to certain events in the past. When Catelyn heard Cedrick addressing the man 'Nine', she realized that the gentle-looking man before was the celebrated Ninth Master of the Mason family. She had heard tales of him forcing three industrial giants into selling their properties to the Mason family with ease over a single night. Since then, he was infa

"All in-suite. Master has a balcony view of the eastern waterline." The master bedroom opened into a wide space with floor-to-ceiling windows behind sliding armored glass doors. The bedframe was still there, dusty but untouched. A built-in closet lined the left wall, deep enough to get lost in. The bathroom held a sunken tub, dual sinks, and a rain shower that could drench a crowd. Each of the other rooms was unique. One painted in muted navy with a fireplace and vintage sconces. Another with faded lavender walls and mirrored closet doors. All of them carried ghosts of former beauty, waiting for resurrection.

On the way, he posted a reply. "I truly love Anne. I have to atone for the wrongs I've done." His words immediately provoked anger among people online. "What love are you talking about? The love where you and your mistress lived lavishly while she ate scraps?" "Or is it the one where you slept on a million-dollar mattress in a mansion while she shivered in a drafty apartment?" "If that's what you call love, then congratulations to her for seeing your true face and escaping the misery." Eric recognized his fault and found himself completely speechless.

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

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Mumbai, 2020 "I expected a more luxurious place considering your master's taste for wealth," Blackwheel said as he stepped inside the building Marcus was staying. "This place looks ordinary and the least of my wildest imagination. It looks more like a shelter zone for homeless people to live in." "Master has a way of living his life, sir," Marcus' servant replied. "From the few precious times I have spent with him, I have discovered he is more like a big fish in a small river than a small fish in a big river."

"That hunk doesn't look like he's into inexperienced college girls" "you're right. There are always pictures of him with different models on the internet and even magazines". That had my eyes popping. "Wait...you know him?". She gave me a look of *are you kidding me right now*. But I only stared back at her like a dumb little girl. "that's Damon Graves. Dude is a freaking billionaire. He's the CEO of Voxel Enterprises". She clarified. " oh". That was all I could say. Between, his name gave me the chills. I mean, who on earth answers "Graves"?

He said resting his back on the door wall. "I.... Uhm... how.... do I... uhm, well... earn the right to be... uhm... uhm... fucked... fucked.... By your... uhm... uhm..." "By my cock." Master cuts in. I coughed repeatedly, my eyes staring at the cold tiles. "Yeah, that." I blinked my eyes, squeezing my fingers together.

"Nate, don't think you can financially strangle me into conceding. I'm telling you right now, she is a mistress, and I'll make sure she wears that label for the rest of her life. She'll never hold her head up high. "If you want to give her a legitimate title, then you do it my way. I don't care about the Keller family, but I will get my money. "Otherwise, I'll release every video of you and her sneaking around together all these years. When the stock drops and shareholders start losing money, what do you think will happen then?" Nate hadn't expected me to choose mutual destruction over submission. That was who I was. I, Wendy, always rose above it all. Even the mistress who had replaced my m

“I’ve already said it, nothing is going on between us. “I don’t want to be here if it means the two of you are going to get divorced. “If you hadn’t sent my mother after me, causing her to make a scene at my place every day, Joseph wouldn’t have felt sorry that I couldn’t rest properly and brought me here.” It was true—I had encouraged Marcy. After all, a mother beating a daughter who became a mistress fit social morals rather well. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled. “Monica, being a mistress isn’t as simple as you think. “From the very first day you climbed into his bed, you should’ve known this was the consequence. “And all this? This is only the beginning.” Monica flushed