My Master Manhwa Novels & Stories

"Alex, who did you go to? Is that person better than the famous Dew?" Luna's voice came through the screen, sounding indignant. Alex could tell she had misunderstood, thinking that he had found another Master, and today's situation was orchestrated by a different Master. Alex Quinn’s throat started itching again, and he denied, "I haven't." He hadn't, he hadn't looked for anyone other than her. But he didn't dare to admit that he was the one on the other side of the internet, lusting after Dew. Just like now, he found it hard to face the fact that he could get aroused just by holding Luna's coat.

My Master is sitting on the sofa drinking whiskey, he looks me up and down, I walk over to him and kneel in front of him, my head down, I hold my breath, feeling my muscles tighten. My Master pulls my hair, and I stand up and walk closer to him, he touches my legs and I open them slightly, his hand moves up my thigh until it reaches my sex, he touches the entrance with the tip of his finger and I close my eyes tightly, feeling it sting. "Your body is refusing my touch." My Master says, there's a touch of sadness there. "Earlier, when we were watching the fights, your body was still accepting mine..." He slid his finger between my inner lips, and I could feel my skin crawling, but in a bad wa

Amir said proudly. Amir wasn’t oblivious to the tension between him and Asher. From the way Asher looked at him, Amir could tell that he had feelings for Sofia. He was used to others being attracted to his girlfriend, but this time, Amir felt irritated by Asher. He couldn’t help but feel small in comparison. Unlike Asher, he wasn’t wealthy. He was a simple mechanic from the Sapang Bato Compound in Angeles. His current outfit, one he’d worn repeatedly for special occasions, was far from luxurious.

Just how I liked it. “Emily, over here!” A familiar voice reached my ears. I turned and I couldn't believe my eyes. Rowan! What is he doing here so early? He stood at the centre of the grounds, waving vigorously at me. I raced to meet with him. “Come with me and I'll train you alone.” “Yes! Master Rowan, I will take the training seriously” I said, causing him to let out a light chuckle. He was by me calling him my master, but that's the truth.

“Master—” I ran my fingers through my hair. “Don't call me that.” His eyes darkened. “But you're my Master.” “So you can talk.” I snapped back, taking another step near him. I watched as he spent over an hour on a shirt and tossed him my new wash jeans as well. I still didn't have a full understanding of all these shit, but I knew I was dragging him out of here. ~~~~~~~ The sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air and I grinned, taking a sip of the perfect coffee I'd made a few minutes ago.

Mia was waiting outside the lecture hall, her usual bright smile faltering when she saw Kyra's hunched posture. "Girl, you look like you got hit by a truck," Mia said, falling into step beside her. "Still sore from... you know?" Kyra forced a weak smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Yeah. Dad was in a mood. But I'm fine." Mia eyed her skeptically, then grinned mischievously. "Fine enough to dish about that mysterious Master from last night? Come on, the Owner giving you his card? That's like winning the BDSM lottery. Are you gonna call him?"

Jason is getting ripped apart, Peter is losing his mind, and the customer complaint lines have been jammed all day. I leaned back on the sofa, sipping tea while browsing high-paying job offers on major recruitment sites. Outside the window, the setting sun cast its glow across my face, warm and soothing. For the first time, I felt a deep sense of calm and satisfaction. The system crash was only the beginning. The storm had just begun.

Bella furiously ended the call. Bella was a wreck, sobbing uncontrollably, and I, ironically, was the one who had to comfort her. My phone screen lit up. A message from Dante. [Aurora, what's wrong? When the sun rises, our Month of No Masters will be over. I'm looking forward to it.] [I miss you.] [To be honest, the girls out there are all boring. Let's not play this game anymore, okay?] The moon was high in the sky; sunrise wasn't far off.

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

Lucas slowly said to the young man in front of him, "What? Do you think I'm joking?" The young man couldn't help but take a few steps back in case he angered Lucas. ... Suddenly, a Gene Fighters shouted, "Master is here!" All the young disciples present looked over in unison. A middle-aged man walked over with vigorous steps. The middle-aged man was extremely tall, and his every move was very domineering. ... The middle-aged man looked at Lucas and said, "I'm Master." Master was a Rank 1 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm Gene Fighters. Although Lucas was only a Rank 1 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm Gene Fighters, he was still far behind a Lucas.