My Master Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Sinister never thought one day he will have such a beautiful family. Everything came to track and a beautiful one to be precise. Indeed there is a bright sun behind every dark cloud. ______________________________________ So this was the end of Yes, Master finally. The next book is already up on my profile known as “No Master” containing Rafael Hunt and Rose’s story. Don’t forget to give it a try. A story filled with regret, love, dark romance, and redemption. Do remember to like and leave your reviews about Yes, Master. I tried my best to give justice to my characters. So my readers. Wish me luck for the future and don’t forget to support me.

She can't ruin my day because the master was kind to me today. ***** After a week I was done with the book. I waited for two more days when it was my turn to serve the master and I took the book along with me,lucky he was in the library. He stays in the library a lot. He must have a lot of work to do. When I got to the door Fred opened the door for me and I walked in. I greeted the master,he didn't respond, he was busy with paperwork,are masters always this busy? I wonder what he needs paperwork for,how would I know I am just a maid who knows nothing about politics.

No matter what happened, he will always have the upper hand and the last say in the situation. 'Maybe this was really all that was written in my fate. I am used to this kind of set up anyway. So I don't think it would be an issue. Well at least, now, my master is a boy witch and not a devil incarnate.' Abby thought to herself as she realized how she escaped her years of servant ship with her abusive stepfamily, only to end up entering mastership to another person. Meanwhile, taking Abby's lack of response as a sign that he was actually winning the argument, Eugene gave himself a private laugh. But outside, he retained the dead-serious expression that he had been sporting on his face.

I sigh with relief, feeling like I can breathe again. I have to figure out what I'm going to do about those men's threats. Everything is not fine. Especially because now, I can't stop myself from admitting that I've fallen in love with my vampire master. #

It was only focused on the attainment of my objective; gaining powers. *** “You don’t want to kill Voski, do you?” Master asked, placing his hand on my shoulders. I shook my head. “Hmmm… I knew this must be difficult for you… Let me take you somewhere…” the master said, grasping my hands. I felt my head spinning as if I was being sucked into the vortex and before I could realize it, I found myself standing in an apartment. It wasn’t anything grand… just a bedroom, hall, and kitchen. The paint was peeling off the wall and the floor was layered with dust that must have been at least a few inches deep. It seemed that this apartment had been empty for a very long time.

#RULE 10: I WILL CONTINUALLY PUSH MYSELF TO THE LIMITS OF ENDURANCE AND PAIN, SEEKING MY MASTER’S PLEASURE AND PERMISSION TO GO FURTHER. The moment I stepped into the playroom, my heart raced with anticipation. The dimly lit room was filled with the familiar scent of leather and arousal, and my Master was waiting for me, dressed in his black leather attire.

the master say ms and disappears which is a signal that his eyes work is complete. "Remember to use your powers well " that is the last words she hears. *** Hello, Good morning to you all. Thanks to you all. This is third book and hope you like it as much as you have liked the others . This is my first time trying to write a fantasy book and hope you read it and also recommend it to your friends and family. Thanks.

Still smiling, I turned my head at the man next to him and my heart jumped in a painful beat. It was the same man who had left me in trouble on my first night. Zachary had said that his name was Samuel, one of the oldest masters of that place. His hair was still short, his bright brown eyes slightly narrow by his inspection on my face, and a crooked smile opening his lips. The same submissive I stumbled upon that night was holding her hand, shaking her blonde hair as she looked distractedly around. "Hello, little one," said the man. "I hope you're having fun.

Only a being like him could instill such an emotion with a bare look. I am quiet as I walk into the library, that chilling feeling in my bones, unable to go away. I walk through the aisles, and freeze when I see him- The Master. He is early today. He is here before me. His gaze is fixed between the pages of an old book, calmly swiping through them, his hair blowing in the light breeze from the flip of a single page. I watch him for a moment, and the chilly feeling inside me dissipates.

" For a second, I thought I've finished reading the first page which seems to be a disclaimer when I see another paragraph. The last paragraph. "It's agonising. It's been two weeks since I've been craving blood. I can't think. I can't journal. Today, I'm finally Twenty-five, and Master says I'm ready. We are heading back to Samarkand, to my father's land. I am to face him and kill him. If there is a next page, then know I have become a beast like my master, and that I have murdered my own father. And no, I did not regret it."