My Masters Novels & Stories

He says and a frown forms on my face. "What is big about a master 's degree?" "Well, first girls your age and in your class don't bother about stuff like that, cause their fathers have everything for them," He says and I lean back. "But, I still found you annoying a bit. Well not like you have stopped being an annoyance I have just learnt how to live with it," He smiles and I hit him with my wet hands. "See? You proved it again," He says.

By the way, this man sounded so polite and formal, I wonder what kind of trouble I just entered? How in the hell is someone in this century calling their boss master? Unless this is some kind of mafia boss? Chills suddenly rang up my spine and I gulped. “Uhm…what’s your master’s name?” I asked in curiousness, just so I could search on the internet. He blinked, “I am afraid that information is for my master to tell you.” I nodded, wanting to push further but I am not going to challenge my luck. “Please wait while I get the car.”

"Then why the delay, Raul? Why not leave her? I'm not some sidepiece waiting for scraps." My voice trembled, but I stood firm, needing answers more than his touch. He sighed, his grip softening, his thumb tracing my lower lip. "It's complicated, tesoro—family ties, business deals, things I'm unraveling. But it's not about keeping you as a mistress forever or having regrets. Never. I'm working on creating something solid with you, I swear." His voice was earnest, but the vagueness stung. I searched his eyes, seeing truth but also shadows.

I ask, desperate for some sort of reassurance that I haven’t wasted my time. “Promotion for what?” he sneers. “Do you know how many people are walking the corridors of this bank with M.As, M.Scs and even MBAs? If we were to promote everyone who has a Master’s degree, where would that leave the organization? Bankrupt, that’s where!

"Oh, you know, the usual. Busy as ever." She paused, scanning my face as though trying to read my thoughts. "So, I was wondering—would you be interested in attending the master's class next week? It's a special session, really exclusive." Her invitation caught me off guard, though I should have expected it. The master's class was infamous among certain circles—a course in exploring the depths of sadomasochistic dynamics, designed for those who sought not just control but mastery in their relationships. It was something I had been invited to before but had never seriously considered. Now, the idea seemed even more distant. My thoughts were already consumed by Judy and the trial ahead.

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.

“I didn’t! I had no idea he was married!” “Oh, you didn’t know?” Maya sneered, her gaze dripping with disdain. “That’s what every mistress says. So what? Are you selling yourself to cover your grandmother’s medical bills? You’re young. There are far better ways to make a living than tearing someone’s family apart!” Her words felt like daggers, each one stabbing into my heart. My face burned with humiliation. Just as I was about to explain, she pulled out a thick stack of cash from her bag and hurled it at me.

Valen did not look at any of them, but she kept her ears open as she listened to their exchange. “I was offered to be a professor and was also given a scholarship for master’s degree both by my alumna university. I will be teaching while still studying at the same time.” “Oh… what’s a master’s degree?” “It’s a type of formal education wherein I am taught to further master my field which is Philosophy.” Nenita nodded her head slowly. She was in awe while still comprehending everything she just heard. “It must be really nice to be that smart,” she complimented.

My blood was boiling now. "You two give me such a headache." I placed my head in my hands, trying to quiet the growing irritation inside me. Master's shoulders shook slightly. Was he laughing? What the hell was happening? "Yet here you are, still entertaining us. Normally you would walk out by now." He countered. He still only furthered my frustration. I use to like the appreciate the Master for his short cut and straight to the point meetings. But since Drake was in here, he seemed to really turn up the teasing. Something I did not appreciate.

He believe I am still emotionally weak . I wanted to prove him wrong .When Alex was not home .I would think and research about the things I could do and one day I came across an application from Harvard university about the masters program offered by them. It was click .I had always wanted to complete my master's in literature and I am sure I could convince Alex on this as he can not deny me this .