Mr Masters Novels & Stories

Monica opened her mouth. This man was none other than the Grandmaster Heaven Cult Master!

He wrote an ‘M’ in the centre of the circle and an ‘S’ at each end of the lines. Turning to his class he said, “The ‘M’ represents the master and the ‘S’ represents the servant which you all are. Now, for every one master, he or she can have up to one thousand servants but because we have the system called Legal Rights, one master is only able to feed once every seven years.” Hearing his words made Caiden frown, he raised his hand and asked, “Mr Mike, why is a master able to have many servants? Can a servant be a master too?”

The people on the Master house can’t believe what they saw, they saw their master so sweet gone the master who emits dangerous aura, gone the master who is cold, expressionless and always in bad mood, gone the master who they know never touch a lady except his family. What they saw now is far far so far to their master. They are all in daze. What they saw today was far so far to their master who was ruthless, cold, and dangerous. What make their master so calm gone the short tempered master they know. Who is this goddess near their master who he cared the most.

Heart then stopped from sobbing and then removed her face from his chest and then looked into his eyes. “Thank you so much, Mr. CEO Cullen Lee.” Heart thanked him and smiled at him. Cullen smiled and blushed. “I am happy that you smiled because of me, just call me ‘master’ as return.” Cullen teased her. Heart chuckled. “Yes, master? Hahaha.” She laughed. Both of them laughed together. Cullen blushed and liked it so much. He then grinned at her. “So, meaning, we can have sex now? I am your master now.” Cullen teased her playfully. Heart rolled her eyes and then looked away. “No.” She declined and then stood up.

He relied on his inner beast and those who bullied him bowed before him. “Master,” Capo huffed. “Vasco,” “Master, you were right about Aslan and Margarita. I hope she will bring peace between me and Aslan.” A smirk tucked over Master’s face whole, Capo being an old father embellishing the dreams of being with his only son. “Did you meet Decker Costello?” Master swallowed the lump of anger. “I am going to call them tomorrow for dinner, and I would be honored if you could join us,” Master has unique plans going on in his mind. His presence will ruin all his future deliverables.

"I like this rebellious side of you. I was starting to think you're dim-witted." "She won't kill you." He added when I remained unwaveringly quiet. "If you love her why are you doing this? Why do you white men do this? I don't understand. I'm disgusting, you constantly tell me that. I know, Mast—" He glared at me. I wouldn't dare say his name. I wouldn't. He will forever be Master William to me. "I know I'm disgusting but why do you keep doing this. I suppose it's some sort of fun sport for you all."

I said and copied the phone number from Maya’s phone and left with Silver. ********** A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of Mason’s house. My number one hacker and tracker. He was the best. We both went in and saw him with a girl who stood up from his lap and excused herself to give us some privacy. “Are you sure this guy knows his work?” Silver whispered into my ear doubtfully. “One hundred percent,” I mumbled, and he nodded. “Good morning, Mr. Taylor. It’s an honor to have you in my house,” Mason greeted and dramatically bowed to me, making me roll my eyes and chuckle before he greeted Silver.

The setup was too well-thought-out. They seemed to enjoy the feeling of being restrained. They pulled hard, causing my hands to feel sore from the effort. Once they finished eating, the moment I had been waiting for finally arrived. And today, I was ready... "Master, it's time to begin training. Please take off their masks." "Okay." Hearing her request made me tremble with excitement. Since she had asked, I immediately complied. Curious to see what they looked like, I couldn't wait to uncover their identities.

“The Saddler family's heiress is supposed to be engaged to Mr. Johansen. Why is she clinging to someone else?” The chatter didn’t last long. Timothy's authoritative voice soon silenced the crowd. “What’s wrong with my grandson holding his future wife?”

We entered a bustling section of the company where employees were glued to their desktops, their fingers dancing over keyboards. Others hurried around, clutching stacks of files, papers, and cameras—each person seemingly lost in their own world of deadlines and creative demands. A bald man approached us, dressed in an oversized pair of beige slacks and a baggy blue shirt tucked into his pants that made him appear comical. His suspenders ran from the front to the back, reminding me of an old British gentleman from a history documentary. He bowed slightly. “Good morning, sir.” Raul didn’t bother replying, his attention focused on the tasks at hand.