My Master Is A God Novels & Stories

"It is because of my Master that I have this power." "It is because of his good graces that I was not forgotten" "It is because of his favor that a mere mortal like myself can wield the dangerous power of destruction." "It is because of him that I currently control the power of a god" "Yet you ask me what my master can give me?"

A sharp pain shot around my face. "I won't codone that kind of behavior from you. You should address me properly as your master, am I clear?" He growled, his red eyes leering into mine. He looked at me in the most loothesome way as though I've done a terrible thing to him. But...What? Master? Masters are men who buys people and has them working for him, as servants or slaves. but he never bought me so he don't owe me right?

"You are mine, forever MINE. Your heart and body belongs only to Me." She found herself getting turned on by his Possessive words. "Yes, I belong to you and only to you, Master." Turning her around to face him, his hands holding her hips. "Always remember that, now go down on your knees and worship my di.ck," "Make me, Master."

Huh? "You're my slave. My personal slave and I'm the master here. I use you the way I want. Now, do your job if you don't want to regret having a tongue." He stated to her icily and stretched his arms out again as Sophia swallowed the lump down her throat and loosed his robe's belt, undressing him. "Now, that's a good girl." Ice Pick made a small silly smile and smirked. She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen.

The Cult Master's mood was still murderous—would he kill her and Ambrose, too? However, what happened next stunned Monica. "Master? What master?" The Grandmaster Heaven Cult Master grabbed his head as if he were in pain. His gaze kept fluctuating; he looked a little crazy. Then, he wheeled around and grabbed hold of Monica's wrist. He said with reddened eyes, "Who am I? Why did you call me Master? You know who I am, right?" When he said that, his eyes sparkled, but his head was in excruciating pain. He started to mutter, "Yes, I have to rebuild the Grandmaster Heaven Cult. I have to search for Mistress... Mistress…"

We just needed our orders. Jack's POV I kneeled before this bitch, feigning respect for her strength, and as I did I muttered a silent prayer to a name I dare not name. A being of irrefutable power, experience, and wisdom; The great old one, Our patron god, a being so wicked we would only be a shred of his potential. "MASTER, WHAT ARE OUR ORDERS?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, and as I did, it felt like a weight on my shoulders weighing infinity was lifted and I stood.

Master leans forward on his chair while crossing one leg over another and tilts his head to the side. “You heard a rumour and you want me to confirm if it is true or not?” His eyes dart across the six of them and settle on the one who looks like the leader. “Not at all Master” he falls on his face, “we dare not make decisions for the only descendant of the moon goddess amongst us” Master immediately shoots out of his chair as the words reach his ear and I see him ball his hands into a fist. “What did you say?” He growls climbing down the little stairs in front of him.

Having every last thing in the shelves, in the supermarkets, and in the stores holding the stamp of Masters Global… My campaign would be world domination on the market scale, becoming the sole provider of every household and formal need possible and thinkable… I would become a god of merchandise and the deity of commerce… Ares Masters, the man who revolutionised business! I sat in my office chair, my legs crossed and hands clasped together, relishing the thought in vigour and determined hunger to make it happen. I turned to face the wall to see the image of my father hanging on a wall facing me too. I stared in his eyes and I could see his them staring into mine all the way from the grave, t

"It's just a game, Percy. I'm just indulging a curiosity of mine. It's not illegal, and you have no right to control it." Her cheeks flushed red as she spoke convincingly. "Then I'll leave. This is too much for me. Enjoy your game!" I said, turning to walk away. But she grabbed my arm, pleading with me. "Please, Percy, I haven't finished the training yet. Just wait a moment." "You can train by yourselves. I'm out of here." As I spoke, I suddenly realized what they were talking about—intercourse! "Master, we want to train our obedience."

“Feel how deep I am?” Jasmine moaned, voice muffled against the tablecloth. “Yes—yes, Master—” His hand moved to the back of her neck, holding her there, keeping her pinned as he drove his cock deeper, fucking and pounding her pussy like it was going to be his last. “Say it,” he hissed. “Say you love being fucked like this.” Jasmine’s toes curled. Her stomach tightened in pleasure, lips trembling. “I—I love it—Master—I love it—oh fuck—”